July 31st, 2016

Master Que

A Morning Of Things

This follows on from Making Friends and comes in at 2,733 words.

I found it slightly disorienting to wake up on the floor of a room that was bare except for my suitcases, my bedding and me. I was in the front uppermost western room of the main house and I was rapidly concluding that whatever the airspace between me and the house next door, it was probably not enough. I was quite happy to get up, dress and go in search of breakfast. I found Master Que in a room next to the main house’s kitchen dishing up rice from a rice cooker. Sambal and pickled vegetables sat in serving bowls on the table.

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This is now followed by In Which Orientation Finishes Without Anyone Dying.