The Punchline

The Punchline

by

Cristina Jill Mosqueda

 

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She looked around the non-descript room, trying to determine where she was and how she had arrived in this massive swath of grey, there were neither doors nor windows, just a long line of people, all who appeared to be in the same state of bewilderment, as her.  It was mostly silent, though she felt like she could hear voices both ahead and behind her, but there were no distinguishable words lofting in the air.  She was not accustomed to feeling so disorientated; she prided herself on always being in control, of her world, but at the moment, felt completely lost; something which deeply displeased her.



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