The door, fortunately, was a push door. I doubt I'd have been able to pry it open otherwise. That said, upon its opening the water sucked me down in a vortex that pulled me every which way-and-when. Past the threshold went little ol' me, and head over heels I tumbled like Alice into an aquatic … Continue reading Chapter 8
I looked in on some of the abandoned offices as I descended and I wondered what had become of all the workers. Had they met the same fate as Ms. Smith, banished to the forest below? Below the lowest level of the complex, I saw a matrix of unearthed pipes that still clung to the building’s … Continue reading Chapter 7
American Fables 