Greetings, Weekend Writing Warriors! These are the next sentences in my WIP about a boy who escapes from a medical facility in a time and place far from here. The details of his escape continue to unfold.
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He gathered his wits, and set off purposefully towards the busiest end of the walkway.
He slipped unnoticed into the throng of pedestrians and was shepherded, unchallenged, to the rail pod depot. Finding Smith’s boarding ticket in the huge jacket pocket had been sheer luck. As he swiped it over the rail pod reader, it glowed and the number of remaining trips lit up on its face – seventeen.
And so he had joined the bewildering crush of humanity that was the daily commute to the Outermost Rim. Until now, the boy’s only experience of his fellow Ring dwellers had been filtered through the clinical, flat screen of the viewer in the Facility lounge.
He felt strangely mislocated, as if he had stumbled onto a vast stage of life-like puppets, each guided by some mysterious purpose. Everyone was in on the story, except him. They had their lines, they were drawn on and off the stage by an invisible organising force. He alone was directionless, so, he allowed the ebb and flow of everyone else’s script to pull him along.
© Kim Magennis 2016
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