The Search for Socks continues from yesterday.
Cecily was reading her receipt, checking she had been given the right change.
“I think we need to hurry if we’re going to catch the bus,” she said.
Lizzy wanted one last look at the migrating mannequin, but couldn’t see Florence anywhere. A chill went down her spine, but she shook it off. They must be rearranging the displays. Someone must’ve moved her. It. Her.
Florence was hurrying towards the exit, hoping that Etta would manage to navigate the spacecraft around the debris surrounding the planet. Florence’s space craft had been knocked into the atmosphere by a satellite before it collided with the blade of a wind turbine. She must’ve crash landed on the roof of the department store, because when she woke up some time later she was surrounded by mannequins, and someone had dressed her up in blue jeans and jumper.
As she passed through the front doors, an alarm went off. If she paused it was only for a fraction of a second. She kept on walking. It was a busy street, she needed to find somewhere secluded.
She turned left, and then right, she had no idea where she was going. Around another corner she found a nice little park, surrounded by a fence, with a gate that was locked. This was perfect. She climbed the fence and waited for Etta. Should be any time now.
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Story continues tomorrow – if you don’t want to wait you can read the rest now 😀
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