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The Arrow Sol
A short story
Michael Haggerty awoke to violent rumblings. They felt and sounded like jet engines taking off. He opened his eyes, but was blinded by light streaming through a porthole next to his bed. He watched as a helicopter disappeared into the blue sky.
The violent rumblings intensified. And suddenly, he was moving. All he could see outside the porthole was water. Endless water. From the porthole to the horizon.
He sat up confused, wondering how he got there, rubbing his head in an effort to ease the incessant pounding.
As he leaned against the porthole and looked down, he was surprised to see train tracks. They were floating on the water beneath the bright hot sun.
“What the hell”, he said to himself. “How the hell did I get here? Where am I?”
He shot up from the bed, but quickly flopped back down as a spell of dizziness overcame him.
“Am I hungover?” He massaged his temples.
The small room was empty but for him, a twin-size Murphy bed connected to the wall below the porthole, and a speaker next to the metal door. All of the walls were sleek, dark metal as well.
He crept to the door, trying to keep his head from bursting. No handle. No button. Locked.
