CARD
He gave me a card but it wasn’t just any card. It was his card and being his card, it possessed no magical qualities of any sort.
It sat limply in my hand waiting for me to initiate something that might give it purpose.
The most intriguing aspect of the card was the single word printed in bold in the centre of the card. PRESS.
So, I did press the press and the oddest thing happened.
Nothing.
It was all a hoax.
How disappointing.
The PRESS was a non-press and my frustration mounted.
I ripped the card into many pieces and threw it to the ground.
It was then the ground shook, the pieces of card bubbled and I found myself watching the card reform and a tentacle came from it and drew me into the abyss of the S.
I’ve been searching for a way out but to no avail.
There seems nothing here for me to PRESS!!!
Written for: https://lindaghill.com/2018/10/05/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-oct-6-18/
Morpethroad 
Whoa! Scary. Nice piece!
Thanks so much Jordan
Ah Michael. Your writing is really getting good! I loved this steam of consciousness!
Hi Linda, lovely to see you stop by. Thank you for that encouraging comment, I hope you are doing well.
Scary!
Confused even..lol…my mind got a bit carried away I think on this one.
Haha great twist!
Thanks so much Ginni