An Uncanny Tale
A story for anyone who has ever wanted to burn down a call center.
Libby Frower loves crushing veterans’ hopes and dreams.
Libby Frower works at the VA pharmacy. She decides whether former soldiers get their prescriptions…or not.
But Libby Frower had better watch out.
Tonight, she’s going to get a taste of her own medicine.
Short story, 6,800 words. PG-13.
Entrance, read a paper taped to the wall near her. It looked like something someone had printed off in a hurry. Two hyphens and a greater-than sign formed a crude arrow pointing to the gap.
Libby checked left, right. The walls seemed to go on forever. Behind her was another wall, darker in color. It curved out of sight, parallel to the walls in front of her.
“Bizarro,” she said aloud. The air absorbed her words in a way that made her think of talking into a pillow.
“BIZARRO!” she shouted.
No echo. She looked around again. No one in sight, but if there was someone in here with her, they probably wouldn’t be able to hear her shouting.
A dull whumm whumm sounded from somewhere above, and then the air turned on. The sign fluttered.
She checked the pedometer at her wrist. It had GPS in it, maybe it could tell her where she was. She tapped it.READ MORE
A green ouroboros spun and spun…Connection to satellite could not be made.COLLAPSE