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. He disembarks the next morning.
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Stepping onto the pocked plastcrete platform, he was caught by the wind, and swept along to the ramshackle building.
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It, too, had been gnawed by time, decay and the ancient violence that had scarred the passing city. He fumbled for his ticket. He swiped it across the reader. It registered his trip and opened the grubby door into the artificially lit hall.
It was deserted, and only marginally warmer than the platform had been. The lights flickered sullenly, with a loud buzzing. The blighted wooden seating wilted against blistered, peeling walls. His rain doused boots left a muddy trail across the dusty floor.
Blagdan crossed the narrow hall and, pushing through the double swing doors, and found himself on the side of a well worn dirt track.
© Kim Magennis 2016
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