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Saturday, February 11, 2012

A sudden and mysterious wind

*For a recap: see posts with label "Henry's Story"*


Henry stared down at his ticket, completely and utterly befuddled. 9 ¾, what bloody sort of a joke is this? He ranted silently. It seemed so silly and pointless, but looking down at his watch and seeing that he only had a quarter hour before the train should leave, he decided to continue on. After just about navigating the entirety of King’s Cross Station, Henry lost himself standing between platforms nine and ten, tightly grasping his ticket in his left hand and steering his cart with his right. He dropped his left arm to his side when a sudden and mysterious wind plucked the ticket directly from between his fingers.
            “No! My ticket!” he exclaimed frantically, jumping after the fleeing slip of paper. Strange stares followed him around platform ten as Henry chased after the elusive ticket, his cart screeching after him. Running directly at the barrier between the two platforms, he was finally able to snatch it up in his left hand. Alas, his triumphant smile was fleeting as he realized he was about to collapse into the massive barrier. His feet stopped too late, and he tumbled face first into the barrier. But the impact never came.

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