Alison looked up at the ceiling, struggling not to gape. They didn’t have anything like this in her village. Her house alone could fit in the wide expanse of the room. She was fairly sure the all the houses of the village could fit inside this capital.
“Come along, children, keep moving,” the harassed teacher hissed. “Hold hands! Alison! Where is your travel buddy?”
Alison jumped guiltily, looking for John. She didn’t like holding hands with John, his were always wet and cold. How was it possible that he sweated and was cold all at once she wondered. Finding him, Alison gingerly took his hand; he grabbed hers like a lifeline.
John wasn’t making an effort to mask his reaction to the huge richness of the building. He simply gawked, twisting and pulling on Alison’s arm as he tried to take everything in. Most of the other children were staring as well as they were shepherded into the vast room where all decisions were made for the country.
Alison stared at the tall man at the end of the room. He was standing on a platform, surrounded by other men, and wore clothes such as she had never seen before. Gold fabric swirled as he turned to face the children.
“Ah,” he purred, “the new recruits have arrived.”
So, I went way over the limit: 215. I write two flash fictions and I got in a flow and sorta forgot my limit for this particular one. I sincerly hope that Rochelle will forgive my lapse this week. Don’t for get to check out the other, more rule following 100 word stories here.