The corridor is a really short one, but today it seems to stretch a little. Sammy and Simmy don’t notice this at first because they are busy commenting on how annoying their parents are.
They keep walking down the corridor till Sammy stops suddenly and says, “Wait, Simmy. What is going on?”
Simmy looks at his sister and then at the corridor behind them. It is shimmering and hazy. His eyes feel dazzled.
Sammy is staring ahead. The corridor looks stretchy like it was made of play dough.
“We have to go forward, I think,” she says, thoroughly confused. She is the older one – she doesn’t want Sammy to know she is clueless and suddenly very scared.
“I want to go back,” says Simmy, turning around. He takes a step towards the living room where his parents and Bobby are.
When he puts his foot out, it feels like being on an escalator, but going the wrong way. He can’t move forward. Moving at all is hard, or rather, impossible.
Sammy and Simmy stand still.
“Maybe our eyes are playing tricks, or maybe Ma is doing something to teach us a lesson,” Sammy says.
“Yes,” agrees Simmy. “She’s always trying to teach us something or the other. Last week, she…
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