WEEK ENDING 7/30
sugar, astonish, fluffy, movies, sketch, old
WEEK ENDING 8/6
exercise, table, clip, speckled, gust, green
He was astonished when the counter stayed the same, but the entire
scenery behind it changed. It was no longer an airport ticket counter,
but now it was a movie theater, with old posters on the walls and fluffy
plush toys in the case waiting for some child to beg to take them home.
He shook his head, blinking, and stood there for a moment trying to get
his bearings, when someone behind him gave him a shove. "Hey, buddy, you
gonna stand there all day?"
He stepped aside, allowing the man and his children - whose faces were
sticky with sugary snacks - to go ahead of him. He walked toward the far
corner, where someone was sitting with a sketch pad, drawing the area
around them. He maneuvered around behind and looked at the sketch, which
showed the airport he thought he'd entered.
Bewildered, he backed against the wall, which thankfully seemed real
enough. He eased to his left along it, feeling slightly green. This
whole situation was making him sick to his stomach.
He paused when he felt a gust of wind. He ran his hand along the
solid-appearing wall, but found that it ended after a foot or so.
Glancing around, he slipped a clip out of his belt and into his sidearm.
Feeling oddly glad for the exercise, he rolled around the corner, his
gun ready.
His shins painfully barked the coffee table that was there. Rubbing
them, he looked around at the mostly empty room. The walls were dark,
with phosphorescent paint speckled about, as if imitating a
conservatory. There seemed to be only the one way in. No windows, no
other doors, broke the monotony of the dark walls. He sank down on the
table, considering what to do next.