A voice breaks through the noise. She’s persistent, unwilling to give up in the battle for my attention. Why would she care? Let me float in peace in this sea of people. She started using her hands, then her arms, as a means to emphasize her message. Her face became less friendly with every moment. It struck me that there was only one possible reason for her unfaltering determination. She wanted something I had.
Mr. Green seemed unimpressed by her display. He looked at me in silence, exuding a similar kind of expectancy. Slowly, the people around me turned their heads to the scene. Their laughter morphed into a quiet whisper, accompanied by the occasional pointy finger. This change in attention rippled through the establishment like an earthquake, with me and the lady at its center. The music was turned down, all in an attempt to further focus the room onto the visibly angry woman gesticulating in front of me.
I did not hear her. All I could see was this glass in front of me, holding the most magnificent potion I had ever seen. Pink, purple, green, who knows. Jam packed with explosive fruit, sugar (probably), and adorned beautifully with everything you would need for a day at the beach.
Mr. Green looked at me with intent, prompting me to drink from the cup. Shortly after, I was led outside by two pit bulls. Discarded onto the ground like a cigarette stump. Mr. Green followed, and finally explained. That lady, she wanted the only thing I did not have. Money.
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You are currently traversing the limitless expanses of Visual Fiction. Each narrative fragment in this collection unravels a memory of a man drawn into an alternate reality. With every piece, he steps deeper into the unknown, attempting to describe the indescribable, to paint the unseen, and to make sense of the senseless. These tales offer glimpses into bizarre worlds that can at times feel both intimately familiar and strangely threatening.
