to Nowhere Land
Elizabeth Woods and Edward Alderson had met in Nowhere
Land, in another dimension located on the other side of a one-way door in the
back of Count Marcovici’s store in New York City. What did Marcovici sell? For
a fee, he would help those in trouble of any kind “disappear.” Marcovici sold
Now, in the late afternoon, after having just discussed how
they were going to have to come up with more food after their supplies ran out,
Elizabeth and Edward found themselves behind “Door Number Two,” and about to
discover that meeting Marcovici was going to lead them to the most exciting
“Thanks for cutting me down,” said Edward, from on the
ground under the snare that had caught him.
“Yeah, well I felt kinda bad about pushing you through the
door first,” replied Elizabeth.
“Hey, no problemo. If you had gone through first, it would
have been me cutting you down,
“Maybe, but I’d like to think I’d have been more careful.
Anyhow, this vine used as rope for the trap is plenty strong,” said Elizabeth,
holding up the length of vine to Edward. “They might have been expecting one of
those giant woolly beasts. I think this stuff would even hold one of them.”
“Do ya think we should move on, or stay here and see who or
what comes to check on the trap?” asked Edward.
“I’m for scoping out the immediate area to see what we’ve
stumbled into, and then hiding near the trap to see who set it,” said
Elizabeth. “There may be food in this land, but whoever got here first might
not want to share.”
Keeping their pistols drawn, Elizabeth and Edward walked in
ever-widening circles around the door until they were about fifty feet from
it. They found trees with fruit something like apples. Always the risk
taker, Edward bit into one and declared it delicious.
“I think we’ve gone far enough for now. Let’s head back to
the snare and get hunkered down,” said Elizabeth.
“Want a bite? These things are great,” said Edward, holding
out fruit to Elizabeth. She shook her head.
“I think I’ll wait an hour or so and see if you fall down
writhing and clutching at your throat, with blood gushing from all orifices,”
“Man, what a vibe killer,” said Edward, tossing the fruit
over his shoulder. “It’s not like there’s going to be a McDonalds every couple
of blocks; there aren’t even any frickin’ blocks.”
“Shhh! Somebody or something’s coming,” whispered
Elizabeth. “Don’t make a sound, stay right where you are, and don’t shoot until
I say so. Got it?”
“Got it, Commander,”
Edward whispered back.