Short Story Preview: Michael’s Time Out
‘First name, please?’ asks the receptionist, looking up from her desk.
‘Michael,’ I say, swallowing hard.
She refers to a sheet of paper and performs a neat tick.
‘Straight ahead, Michael.’
Straight ahead? How do you go straight ahead when you don’t know if you’re up, down or sideways on?
She peers at my blank expression and sighs:
‘See that castellated cloud over there?’ She is pointing to a towering cumulus mass in the distance. And when I nod bleakly: ‘That’s the one. They’re waiting for you there. You had better hurry. They don’t like being kept waiting.’
I ask who they are. Not an unreasonable question since I haven’t the faintest clue where I am, or how I got here. She tells me with a sniff and a dismissive wave of the hand that I will be informed presently. Snooty cow!
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