Life In The Big
City
A FLYMF
Select Your Own Quest
by James Seidler
Head down the hallway, looking for a window to sneak out of
Sneaking from the room, you move off in the opposite direction from which you
came, walking stealthily, ears pricked for the slightest noise. The hallway
ends at a closed door. Still nervous at the noise you’d heard downstairs,
you decide to go in.
What greets your eyes is truly horrendous, a ritual never meant to be seen by outsiders and protected by the most sincere vows of secrecy. In the room, huddled in a compass-perfect circuit, the Lambdas are engaged in the most depraved of communal onanism. Disturbed by your entry, they recover quickly and leap to their feet to take to the chase.
After dropping the golden paddle in your surprise, you recover enough to descend a stairway to a back exit. Bursting onto the street you run for your life, with the Lambdas’ barefoot patter and hasting zipping keeping you constantly aware of their heedless pursuit. Rounding a corner, you see salvation in the form on an open Dumpster, and dive in. The Lambdas pass. While your life is saved, you clothes have taken on the scent of overripe cheese and malt liquor, making a return to the party impossible. Your night is over.