Short Story Part One

Kate Foster was perplexed with her current situation. She sat in a room that was infinite white space, on a chair that didn’t seem to be there at all. She really didn’t understand where she was or how she got here. The last thing she remembered was stepping into the shower. She was trying to beat the approaching storm by taking a really quick shower after a hot afternoon of working in the garden. After the shower she’d join her husband on the back porch of their suburban ranch to enjoy nature’s light show across the expansive prairie.

Her grandmother had always warned her about being around water when there was a storm approaching. Sometimes her advice didn’t make much sense, she was written off by most of the family as a crazy old bat. Kate wasn’t sure about her sanity, but grams was in her nineties when she finally passed away. The old gal had survived a long time, and advice from someone who had seen plenty of storms over her lifetime could not be discounted. She found herself lost in thoughts of her grandmother when a voice jolted her back into… reality.

The gentleman that referred to himself as her representative, she thought his name was Nigel. He kept trying to explain what her options were. Kate couldn’t get the cob webs out of her head to focus on anything. Nigel, if that was his name, continued to talk as if she were able to comprehend what he was saying. As if she were able to rationalize what was happening. One minute she’s getting into the shower, and now this.

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