Write a Book in a Day 2018

“You have to understand Penelope. It’s not about you. It’s about everyone else” Soon there is a silver shade over everything in the carriage. “I'm going to show you what could happen. How this world relies on the kindness of its people.” Soon the carriage was pitch black. A void. Penelope tried to move, make a sound, create any kind of disturbance, but nothing could shatter the silent darkness. Then came the electrical zapping. Bright light filled the carriage. Fluorescent, radiant light. “Come on,” Hunter looks down at Penelope who is huddled on the floor. “We’ve got to go! Places to be, people to see.” Penelope is slow to get up. Her muscles burned with fatigue, ears ringing. She slowly took one step at a time. One, two, three, four and into the light.