Lucka 11 - Julkalender 2009
SpelledarN^ - Julkalender 2009
Lucka 11: Drenched in gloom
As soon as the sliding door shut behind me, I felt a slight change of heart. Blood running to my brain as to tell me I was making a mistake. The shop owner was behind the register, going through a book of inventory like a compulsive mad man in a 10 by 10 foot cell, walls covered in bloody numbers. The shelves were stacked with food but no one was there to buy it. Wrong time, wrong day. Paper Santa Claus figures were staring at me as I walked further into the store. Curious eyes like upon the odd one out dead man walking. Their faces were grins like out of a cheap paper back horror story.
All I needed was the key. The small paper keycard that'd get me a ride out of here. But for every step I took, the feeling of regret grew stronger. The shop keeper looked up and gave me a blank stare. Tired eyes like manholes left open out of pure, morbid mischief. He'd rather be somewhere else. That made two of us, and I think he noticed. I walked up to him. I just wanted to get it over with. No time or need for browsing. Dragging my legs like a cripple on morphine in a straitjacket through empty asylum halls.
- I've come for the key, I told him in a gamble. You got it?
The shopkeep put his forehead in wrinkles like a landslide shoving a village to its oblivion.
- Ursäkta? Eh, sorry? I don't speak english well.
Mårten Fagerkvist ryckte till och såg sig omkring. Butiksägaren Sanjar Baraki såg framför sig en ung man med ett ansiktsuttryck som det hos någon som inte har någon aning om var han befinner sig. Sanjar skruvade lite på sig.
- You speak only english? försökte han.
Mårten kände sig mycket bortkommen och lyckades bara få ur sig en snabb replik om att han ville ha ett busskort. Butiksägaren såg konfunderad ut över detta snabba språkbyte men valde att inte fundera vidare över det utan tryckte på en knapp och fiskade fram ett busskort från kassaapparaten. Mårten betalade, tackade för sig och gick med snabba steg ut ur affären.
The sky had darkened and the sudden change in temperature forced me to pull the jacket closer around me. Made me feel like I was bound with duct tape waiting to be pushed into the dirty dock water. I... Mårten skakade ganska våldsamt på huvudet. Vad det än var som för tillfället hände så var han inte säker på om han uppskattade det fullt like mycket som han fattat tycke för sin spara/ladda-funktion.
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