Part 9 by John at The Magic Shop
“NO! I’ve had ENOUGH.” Adam snapped at the two uniformed soldiers.
“I want answers and I want them NOW. You have been giving me the run-arou…
Adam felt something sharp pierce the back of his neck. He felt his world being turned upside down, before hitting the linoleum floor and blacking out.
A large metal fan was spinning directly above Adam’s head as he slowly opened his eyes. He woke up on top of a king-sized bed, soaked in a pool of sweat. His head was still groggy as he pushed himself up on his arms and looked around wherever his new surroundings were. He was now in a dimly-lit hotel room decorated in earth-tones and tree decor. A slim beam of sunlight shot out from behind the mauve curtains. Wherever he was, it was daytime. He staggered off the bed and spotted something laying on the dresser next to an ashtray.
“Thank you for staying at THE MONTANA LODGE. We hope you generously appreciate the services of our staff”.
It was a gratuity envelope. Adam had seen them before, growing up with his Dad. When they were on the run.
“Yeah, here’s my tip..Tell me where the Hell I am”. Adam thought, still trying to clear the fog out of his head. He knew he had to pull himself together, figure this out. A plan, he needed a plan. Before he could even come up with the first part of his escape, someone started knocking on the room’s door from outside.
A slow, steady knock of a hand that sounded big…….
I am tagging Dorinda Duclos, Night-Owl poetry to tell us “who is knocking on that door?”