Abby shuddered. We are in a horror movie. “We – we really are. Okay. This way, towards the security office, and let’s hope that it’s still there when we get there.” She started walking, pulling her friends closer and wishing idly that she had more hands.
Better not wish that when I’m going through a door, she mused, or I might end up with four arms or something.
They walked straight down the middle of the hall. Nothing in front of them was moving or changing, but they could hear something shifting behind them. When they reached an intersection, Olly toed the line of tile between the two halls. “Look. It’s a slider. The whole mall is like one of those puzzles.”
“Shopping in here must have been a challenge,” Abby mused. “Imagine going in the changing room and coming out in a different store?”
“Heck, trying to find where your mom parked the car.” Liv snorted. “Or — well, anything else. Where’s the food court?” Continue reading