Greetings, Weekend Writing Warriors! These are the next 9 sentences a little further along in Blagdan’s story. He escapes from the Medical Facility, which has been the only home he knows, and flees to the Outer Rim via railpod. After awaking from a disturbing dream, he purchases some food from an automated food and drink dispenser. Seated in a different carriage, he eats his breakfast.
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Dismal rain still smudged the bleak landscape as the sun rose dejectedly into the sky.
He sat , licking sticky crumbs off his fingers, pondering the lack of life in the monotonously grey landscape, when the forward door slid open, and a dishevelled rail pod employee entered. The man nodded at Blagdan as he hurried past, towards the rear door, and with no more ado, was gone.
After a couple of hours, Blagdan was bored, and stiff with sitting. Whilst he was still contemplating his next move, the rail pod track curved in a graceful arc and the battered relic of a station zoomed into view through the water mottled window. Impulsively, he stood and made his way to the nearest Egress sign, and hovered at the plexiglass doors.
The sensor at the door did its magic, and the rail pod slowed at the siding. The doors wooshed open and Blagdan was buffeted by an acrid, blustery wind. Stepping onto the pocked plastcrete platform, he was caught by the wind, and swept along to the ramshackle building.
© Kim Magennis 2016
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