#55WordChallenge : The Fence, Part 11

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.

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