Robyn Howells
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The Task
Bristol, 17th May 2090 Perhaps it was the fact that it was the middle of the night, or maybe because only the rich possessed £100 notes, that Lucille pondered upon her new found wealth. Maybe it was a prank; It couldn’t possibly be anything else, she thought. Who would send fifty thousand pounds in £100 notes to an impoverished girl living in isolation? Lucille stared at the large white envelope which sat comfortably on her messy table; the colour a stranger to the dark furniture and un-plastered walls that surrounded her. A small black book that had arrived with the money moments earlier lay to the left of it. Lucille sat back in her armchair, closely analysing what was in front of her, until she spotted one of the pages in the black book had been folded. She reached down and opened it to find a list of written instructions.
By Robyn Howells3 years ago in Futurism