The cabin’s interior was spartan, old, and unkempt. Mold and vines grew on all the surfaces. She explained, “This is a transfer station.”
“Who are you?”
“You’ll figure it out.” She opened a panel on the wall and pulled out two bottles of water. “Here.” As we drank the water she said, “Now, we wait.”
55 words
@LurchMunster
This is the 11th part of the serial story I’m working on for Lisa McCourt Hollar‘s weekly #55WordChallenge flash fiction challenge. Please, go read all the other entries in the challenge this week. It’s flat amazing what gifted writers can say in just 55 words.
My Soul's Tears 
Very Matrix!!! Nice piece. They were great photos, but I didn’t have time or brain power to write!