Phillip was staring at a Route 66 sign and he was feeling rather sorry for himself.
He had just convinced the lady behind the counter to give him a cup of tea, when he felt the room shake; his vision twisted and blacked out.
His ears popped and his vision returned. He was standing in what appeared to be a dirt hut.
“Not again” he moaned to himself “I’d only just figured out where I was, again”.
Furious with the fate he had been given, he stomped out the door to try and discover where he’d ended up this time.
PHOTO PROMPT – © Copyright Jean L. Hays
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