Good morning! This is Chris Kelworth, comin’ at ya seven days a week for April. Well, I’m posting Camp Nanowrimo A-Z spotlights six days a week, and still keeping up with Weekend Writing Warriors. So here’s this week’s eight sentence snippet for ‘Time Bubble Blues.’ Jack still needs to find a way out of his TimeBubble room.
The duct was narrow enough that he couldn’t crawl into it, and it didn’t appear to lead to any other rooms or any destination that he could send a message to. In fact, it only went three or four feet past the wall, and there was some kind of a nozzle and a machine that looked a little like the inside of an air conditioner. That was no good.
He was going about this whole thing the wrong way. There were files full of information about the TimeBubble residential facility and emergency procedures on the computer’s storage unit. He should have started there.
He found the room schematics first, and gasped. He hadn’t remembered that his digs here were so enclosed—like a bottle, there was only one way out.