Snippet Sunday!

[image error] This weeks Sunday snippet comes from my short story book Flights of Delusion. This is a mixture of horror, fantasy and science fiction shorts that I have been writing throughout the past ten years.
Blurb:

Take a walk with a crying stranger, sit down to play chess with a strange old man, see what happens when Lucifer has an eye on you, or watch what happens when you win in a future lottery. Meet monsters, mutants and demons in Flight of Delusion, a collection of short stories that range from the weird to the scary

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Toys

                What would be on level nine, she thought as she wheeled the toys to the elevator. Aliza waited for the elevator the sky behind her darkened as if storm clouds rolled over the summer sun. Aliza turned to look, and sure enough the sky had turned black.                She walked to the window, just one of the many gawkers wondering what would make the sky so dark. The air in the building seemed to be running fine, and they could make out people at the new Marriot hotel across the way. They too were staring out the bright windows looking at the sky.                “Look!” Someone shouted pointing down.                All their eyes went to the man running for his life on the street three stories down. He frantically looked over his shoulder, his foot hit the edge of the sidewalk and he went down. He managed to turn around looking at the sky. Head shaking, he scooted back some then stopped. He placed his hands over his ears and it looked like he was screaming. They saw nothing, nothing at all. And in a blink of an eye the man’s head exploded. Popped like a balloon. His torso fell to the gore splattered sidewalk leaking out dark fluid.                The very quiet people all around Aliza started screaming, yelling or talking at the same time. The noise level reached throbbing when someone else screamed pointing down. At that moment groves of terrified people ran past their building. Some screaming as others fell lifeless to the grounds missing heads.                “What is going on?” Preston asked her.                “I have to get to level nine,” she said shaking her head at the terrified mailroom clerk. “I think we should all stay inside. So far nothing is happening in the buildings.” She watched him nod, his eyes big blue saucers, as she turned back to the elevator.                Someone was peeking at the cart that she had parked there. “Excuse me, those are not for you,” she said to the person.                “Why do you have a cart filled with toys?”                “That is none of your business either.”                “I am one of the heads of this level,” The horse-faced brunet said.                 Aliza looked the lady over. Her dress clearly not meant for someone with such man shoulders and no hips. It strained at the top but bellowed down almost looking like a sack. Her shoes were something else. It looked like she wore Dalmatian puppies, that didn’t match the off blue-green of the dress.                “Well excuse me but I have direct orders to deliver these to the ninth level. I believe there is something more important you should be worrying about as she motioned over her shoulder to the window.                “No one goes to level nine,” she said smugly.                “Really we are coming to this,” she sighed grabbing her folder and pulling out the note she was given down in the basement. She really hated coming to the other levels. Everyone seemed so hot headed and power hungry. But rarely you moved up levels.                “No it can’t be. You are nothing. NOTHING!”                “No ma’am, nothing, just doing my job,” Aliza said grabbing the note, and entered the elevator as the door opened.                She looked down at the note. “Why me?” she asked. She didn’t see the nicely dressed man behind her.