It was the heart of winter and the winds billowed through the streets, covering them with the white powder typical of the soltice. I walked penitently, pulling the collar of my wholly inadequate coat to the brim of my nose in a desparate attempt to keep the freezing air out of my lungs. I could feel small icicles forming on my lashes. I took a quick step and misjudged the street in front of me. Throwing my arms out in front of me I tumbled to the ground. Luckily, I did not fall too hard and pushed myself up easily so that I was back on my feet. I looked around and for the first time that evening I was grateful that it was so cold. There was a man standing across the street holding the leesh of a small chihuahua. I would have blushed had my face not already been red. I pulled my coat in closer, hitched my purse handle further up my shoulder and set into a brisk walk. I looked straight avoiding eye contact with anyone who might have seen my beautiful show.
I veered off onto a side street, slowed and let out a small sigh of relief because I was almost there. I glanced across the street and just happened to witness a small rigorously dancing to music I could not hear. I smiled to myself and carried on. I watched the numbers on each of the houses expecting to see 22 at any moment. Unlike most cities this one was odd. There seemed to be no logical reason to how the houses were situated. 39, 27, 92, 5...
Finally, I reached 22. It was a small purple house with yellow trimming. The windows were abstract stained glass and the door was an olive green. I quietly thought to myself that whoever desighed the houses should have been fired. I marched up the walk to the door and knocked.
"Please knock four and a half times if you are expected! Give two quick raps on the door if it is an emergency! If neither of the first two options please count to one thousand, scream like a banshee and then count to one million!" The voice came from somewhere inside house. I frowned. How does one do a half knock. I knocked four times letting my fist rest a little on the door after each and then with gave a final quick one. The door burst open and there stood the most vilmultuously dressed man I had ever seen in my life. He was a plethora of colour. I stared unable to say a word.
So I didn't. I didn't say anything. I just sat there waiting for something to happen. The man's shirt started speaking to me.
"You must be Loreli."
I blinked and shook my head. I was not sure how I ended up sitting on the floor in his front entry it mjust of happened in those few small moments of silence.
"Loreli, it was Momo who sent you, correct?"
"My name isn't..." My voice trailed off. I could not actually be talking to a shirt. I was not even sure how it was talking because it had no mouth.
"Of course it was Momo. Follow me."
Suddenly I found myself in a mismatched room but it seemed to match the house perfectly. I sat down on the couch and frowned. It was squishy and wet. I looked down and realized in horror that I was sitting in a giant eggyoke. I stood up quickly and spun around in a circle all the furniture in this room was made of food. There were chairs made of bacon and a fishbowl full of orange juice and gummy worms, I wondered if they were suppose to be pets. The weird shirt man was no where to be but now I could here weird chanting coming from above me. I looked up and saw people slowly floating down through the ceiling. I thought that they would stop when they hit the floor but they just kept going straight through it.
"Hey, can you tell me where I am?" I called out to them. They all turned to stare at me and started trying to talk at once. None of them could all the sudden because they had donut holes in their mouths.
"What is going on? I was just wanted a job interview!"
A/N: It has been a really long time since I posted so I thought I could at least throw something up here. This little piece is from Cafe chi several months ago. We were playing Calvin Pen, hope that explains the randomness of it. I didn't stop to edit this but hopefully it isn't too bad.
