Faris sits up, tufts of hair flopping about his head.
There's nothing to do. H could explore, but he doesn't feel like it. He only came here because he thought he saw something good through the windows. Now, as he looks around, he can't remember what that "something" was, and there's nothing good around.
Not that he can see.
He lays back, stretching. A few stacks of carpet squares are lined against the wall, as if waiting for him to reach over and take them. They wouldn't do him any good, though, since they're not like him. They are limited to sitting on the floor, and nowhere else.
Something glimmers from afar. The moment his eyes catch sight of it, he scrambles clumsily from his spot and sprints over to the door, gazing through the peephole. Sure enough, there is the thing that he wanted.
It looks like he'll have to steal it.
Eh. Minor setback. With a struggle, he manages to squeeze in the gap in the door, then pop out on the other side, unchanged. Excitedly he leaps down and takes hold of his new favorite thing.
It's... still a carpet square.
What-ho! But it floats, like him.
About the Creator
Chloe
she’s back.
a prodigious writer at 14, she has just completed a 100,000+ word book and is looking for publishers.
super opinionated.
writes free-verse about annoying people.
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