inspiration - chapter 1

Chapter 1

Felix was unsure exactly how he'd come to be half-way up an escalator in Woolworth's. The last thing he remembered was sitting down in the garden with a good Agatha Christie. It was reasonable to assume that the Agatha Christie had contained no reference to Woolworth's, so his current situation was rather of a mystery. As, come to think of it, was the lion-skin cape he appeared to be wearing. After panicking intensely for a couple of seconds, Felix closed his eyes, determined to get a firm grip on the situation, as well as on the hand-rail which his aimlessly flailing right hand had recently discovered.

"Calm down", he muttered to himself, "Calm down and think rationally".

Several rational thoughts later he was no further forward, as even Felix's hyper-intelligent mind couldn't think of a sensible reason for the sudden disappearance of his garden and its replacement by a large department store. Soon, the rational gave way to the irrational, which were then bullied out of the way by the highly illogical, only to be jumped from behind by the quite plainly ridiculous. It was fortunate that at this point the escalator reached its destination (the kitchen utensil department), or Felix would soon have been hiding behind a large wok in order to escape the little green men with water pistols. Less fortunate was the fact that he had failed to notice the imminent arrival of said department, and so fell headlong into the rather large pile of stainless steel saucepans that had been lovingly arranged there for his perusal.

As he lost consciousness, Felix was rather relieved to notice that he hadn't broken anything in his fall. At least, nothing that he'd have to pay for. He was sure the hospital could sort out the arm in no time.

(To be continued... with apologies to Dave for stealing chapter 1!)