For Six 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
can’t wait to see what it says…
Nor me, Beth!
So interesting Keith.
Let’s hope it stays that way, Sadje!
I’m sure it will. 👍🏼👌🏼
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!
Having hosted a speech-based radio show a few years ago, I take that as a great compliment! Thanks, Denise.
What’s next???
That’s for you to wonder, and me to decide!
Surreal setting in the dining room. Feels like a out-of-body experience of sorts. Fascinating! Looking forward to the next installment, Keith.
That’s exactly what it was Suzette. I’d better get my thinking cap on!
Awesomeness! Happy creating!!
lol*
* no, seriously smiling as the story carried me along and laughed in both enjoyment and admiration for the skill of execution
I could wish for nothing more, thank you!
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.
So it would seem Frank, we’ll see!
This situation is rapidly going south! You’ve weaving quite the tale here.
Thanks, Christine, I’m not sure which direction it’ll take next!
I’m afraid it’s too late to hop a plane and take off.
“Eyes wide shut” could very well have you as the script writer.
Immersive!
That might have been a good title. Too late now though!
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
I wouldn’t feel safe there, Anita!
Can’t wait for next week’s continuation!
It’s on its way Nicole. Thank you.
And then? And THEN? Criminy, got to wait a week now lol
–Shay
Only a week? Help!!!
I’m on the edge of my seat reading this post, Keith! Who knows what’s going to happen next?? Stay tuned! Very exciting!! 💫
I’m chuffed you are enjoying it, Nancy, I only wish I’d planned ahead a little more!
Keep us in suspense, Keith. No one needs to know you didn’t plan ahead. Your secret’s safe with me lol!! 🙈 🙉 🙊
Is he one of them now? Waiting, impatiently, for next week.
Wait and see!
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?!!!
You’ll have to wait and see Dora!!!
More… 🤭
If you insist, Chris!
Eeek! Don’t sign on the Faustian dotted line, and don’t partake of faerie food!
Wise advice Liz, although I’m not sure it’ll be heeded!
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As the tale continues I am less and less sure that it can end well for him.
It’s beginning to look that way, but who knows? Even I don’t
I know how that goes… that is I don’t know how my stories go.