The flying lady fluttered by again "Purple rags, get your purple rags here"
Bengy was chasing her with a huge butterfly net.
The hustle and bustle of everyone settling in made it hard to concentrate. "I really have to get off this ship" she said turning attention back to the control panel.
Splinterlands was sounding very promising. she seemed to recall DaveMccoy saying there would be tournament games taking place there. Lost in thought she nibbled the end of her pinky finger. The short encounter with Bengy had been anything but helpful.
"Not sure if I can break you ck in piece, but I can press buttons randomly and try to look like I know what I'm doing!" he had said.
Sounded for all the world like breaking a neck in pieces was a distinct possibility. The flask he carried was likely his escape from the memories of his first few transport attempts. The vision of people arriving in broken pieces being the exact thoughts she herself had been trying to avoid made her wonder where she might find some of whatever he was drinking.
Shaking the thought she went back to studying the control panel.
Isle Of Write
Cryptopia
chibera
Splinterlands
"Will it even matter where the dial is set if I arrive in bits and pieces?"
She never had the chance to decide. Just then the flylady crashed into her with Bengy in hot pursuit.
Lost in a shower of fluttering wings and purple washcloths, she barely held on to her own bag as she felt herself lose balance.
The impact threw her against the control panel and everything became one big swirling dream.
She felt the tingling sensation of being transported.
For the 5 min freewrite
Disclaimer - The last paragraph took me beyond the 5 mins. Was added to finish off the story.
This continues My story Where The Earth Meets The Sky
Inspired by the IFC All Star Round
I started my storyhere
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