After a busy couple of weeks I am just scraping in my Visual Dare 8 entry, before the next one is announced.
Calista sensed that she’d been here before, although maybe not in this form. With four feet she kept her balance well as the train rocked - or at least the illusion of a train; they’d made it too new and too empty, although the ceiling adverts were interesting.
Calista listened closely to the sound it made, waiting for the glitches between to indicate how far they were taking her. She wasn’t sure how long she could hold this form and she didn’t want to reveal her identity until she was inside and knew who was really in control here.
The train slowed and then jolted to a stop. Calista waited. She had counted twenty glitches, which was further than she’d been allowed before.
The doors slid open with a feint bing-bong. She looked out at the deserted platform and saw them coming. She was surprised; she had expected humanoids.