Author’s note: apologies for my French.
She wasn’t sure if having an idea had been the best, well, idea, since every idea here involved those damn hanging walkways.
But it was better to do something than to sit here and wait for death or worse.
Slowly, they inched out onto the walkways, one Liv in front of her, the other Liv behind her and Vic behind her. They were heading for the center of the mall. Every mall Abby had ever been in – at least, every mall she’d been in before this mess – had sported a map near the middle, as well as near most major entrances and near any fountains.
She’d be happy for a fountain now, but more important for her was a map.
Or just to be down from these damn walkways.
“Oh. Oh, don’t look. Any of you. Ne pas – look-ey? Regardez! Ne pas regardez. No. It’s horrible.” Continue reading