The splashing of pink rain boots announced her impending arrival. Squelching through the blizzard she pelted off to the lift and flung her hand to scrabble for the buttons. 1..2..3.. down. Time was running fast. Come on. Glassy pearls of sweat glistened onto her forehead. Finally, the lift stopped. Phew! Dripping with sweat she looked like a drowned rat…cat? She flicked a glance at her watch. It took the flpping lift almost an hour to get to..how come??? With a certain eeriness, the air was thick with foreboding.. On a seemingly less adventurous occasions by now she would rattle across the town shaking her scooty. A few more seconds and she would be a goner, she surmised. Well, apparently, she had no plans to meet the maker.
” Wh..What the …..??” words failed her. She pinched her skin. “Ouch!” she let out a muffled shriek. Still awake, alive… amid dun deep woods. She’d been hoodwinked! With the mounting suspense and fear her heartbeat paced up. So far, as she knew herself, she wasn’t used to wool-gathering. Although a bit partial to occasional singing or so to speak, but anyway..everyone has one’s foibles and such trivial slips are excusable and could be left for later consideration.
She decided to go back to the lift, but it had vanished in the thin air. She felt a lump in her throat as she toiled to make her way through the copse ahead of her. Since she had ceded to the battle of the bulge a few years ago, now the journey through the rabbit hole had gotten a point of bother. She stopped and gulped for air. No, she didn’t have any promise to keep. Supposedly she had, regardless, she would blithely gone back on her promise….
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