Inheritance Option A: Follow the Pack’s Advice
Inheritance Option A: Follow the Pack’s Advice
The world’s gone completely topsy turvy. Maybe you’ve been alone for too long and it addled your brain but, if you’re addled anyway, you may as well have fun with it, right?
“All right,” you agree with the pack and pick it back up, throwing only one strap over a shoulder. “Watch my back,” you tease.
“Absolutely!” zip, zip. The pack doesn’t catch your tone.
Upon your first step, all the flowers swivel to ‘look’ at you. The pansies in particular seem to lean forward as though they’re picking up your scent.
“No funny business,” you say to them.
They nod their heads and give off a “hehehehe” that sends chills down your spine. The other flowers knock heads with the pansies and emit a ‘shhhhh’.
“That’s just creepy,” you mutter.
“Indeed!” agrees your pack, which isn’t comforting at all as you can feel it mimicking your shudder.
By now you’ve reached the door on the right hand side of the courtyard and you slip inside before the stares of the flowers can creep you out any more.
Inside’s dark. Faint light filters through windows high up on the walls, but it’s so weak that it only glints off of the frames of the pictures on the walls. It doesn’t show you what kinds of pictures are displayed.
You step forward until you’re past the first set of glinting frames. You don’t make it another step before your pack shudders.
“Hey Boss,” it says, “they’re watching us.”
So many questions run through your head.
“How can you tell? You haven’t got eyes.” Then, before the pack answers, “Who’s watching us?”
“The flowers in the pictures.”
“Any pansies?”
“No, just daisies so far.”
Sheesh! This is ridiculous, but you can’t keep wandering blindly.
“Ask them where the office is.”
“Office?” zip zip.
“Looking to see if this James Levi left a note, instructions, something.”
“Oh, okay. Hello Daisies.” The walls giggle. “Can you tell us where the office is?”
“Up the stairs and to the right,” the walls sing, “but it’s guarded day and night. Perhaps you should go up the stairs and to the left. You can cross the balcony if you’re deft.”
Or daft, you think, but don’t say it.
“Guarded by what?” you ask.
“Guarded by what?” you pack asks the walls.
“Rugs and pictures, lights and halls,” the song echoes with the daisies’ delight.
You shudder.
So, upstairs…
Aa. Right?
or
Ab. Left?
Blessings and see you Tuesday for the continuation of this bizarre adventure =)
Jennifer
