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FoSix Sentence Stories where the given word is Visa.

Last week… a taxi appeared…I climbed in and asked the driver to take me there…he said nothing…I recognised his face in the mirror…a Local …

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…everything became a blur as he drove faster and faster, cars swerving to avoid us, horns blaring, and voices screaming, all the time his eyes staring at me in the mirror, not at the road ahead.

We left the city and shot through a forest, gradually becoming enveloped in a thick mist, his eyes still trained on me, then everything began to flicker; light, dark, light, dark…dark.

I squeezed closed my eyes and suddenly everything fell silent, still, peaceful and when I slowly opened them I was back in the ballroom, alone; no music, no dancers just me, alone.

There was an ornate mirror to my left and I walked towards it, my image was at first a little hazy but as I got closer the person looking back at me wasn’t me, it was Local, then I heard the sound of a gong and strolled from the ballroom into a dining hall where a table laden with food stretched into the distance.

Locals sat shoulder to shoulder gazing in my direction, I felt different, calm and contented, and as I looked into the eyes of the silent diners, one by one they welcomed me but not with words, words weren’t necessary.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see a lady, that lady, you remember her, and she handed me a piece of parchment which looked like a document, a visa or something, and then…. 

 

To be continued.

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Thanks to Denise at GirlieOnTheEdge for hosting.

PART ONE CAN BE FOUND HERE

PART TWO CAN BE FOUND HERE

PART THREE CAN BE FOUND HERE

45 thoughts on “Next …

  1. GirlieOnTheEdge Jan 5, 2023 / 11:28

    I’m hooked, Keith. Excellent installment.
    Like an old time radio program, I sit listening to today’s “program” and at the end…there’s an almost audible intake of my breath as once again you’ve left readers/listeners on the edge of our seats!

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    • Keith's Ramblings Jan 6, 2023 / 13:55

      Having hosted a speech-based radio show a few years ago, I take that as a great compliment! Thanks, Denise.

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  2. Suzette Benjamin Jan 5, 2023 / 11:39

    Surreal setting in the dining room. Feels like a out-of-body experience of sorts. Fascinating! Looking forward to the next installment, Keith.

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  3. clark Jan 5, 2023 / 14:22

    lol*

    * no, seriously smiling as the story carried me along and laughed in both enjoyment and admiration for the skill of execution

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  4. Frank Hubeny Jan 5, 2023 / 14:38

    He seems to have been turned into a Local during that taxi ride based on his inability to see himself in the mirror. Nice description of that process from his perspective.

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  5. Spira Jan 5, 2023 / 16:29

    “Eyes wide shut” could very well have you as the script writer.

    Immersive!

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  6. 100 Country Trek Jan 5, 2023 / 17:27

    Thanks for this idea Keith. I saw these taxi drivers were so terrible in our neighborhood. They were staring at us and some drivers had accidents.
    Anita

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  7. coalblack Jan 5, 2023 / 19:00

    And then? And THEN? Criminy, got to wait a week now lol

    –Shay

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      • The Sicilian Storyteller Jan 6, 2023 / 17:19

        Keep us in suspense, Keith. No one needs to know you didn’t plan ahead. Your secret’s safe with me lol!! 🙈 🙉 🙊

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  8. dorahak Jan 6, 2023 / 02:21

    This is all “driving” towards an untowardy end. I can feel it. And only Locals can drive without their eyes on the road . . . OR it’s a hallucination. Was he drugged? Will he survive?!!!

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  9. Liz H Jan 8, 2023 / 11:19

    Eeek! Don’t sign on the Faustian dotted line, and don’t partake of faerie food!

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