Morrison gasped as the sky clouded over. He began to moan along with the wind. His hair swept back. Lightning split the diamonds resting on their satin pouch held upon my palm.
The brilliant luster of the jewels faded. Before our eyes now lay small lumps of coal in their sted. "I told you," wailed Morrison, flinging himself back to the entrance bringing us here. It closed around his escape.
The world I had entered held me captive. The storm gathered and flung each colorful metal contraption I thought of as surreal art, into a warlike threatening pose.
Fear drenching me to the bone with each tear falling from the sky, I threw the coal stones at the threatening horde advancing upon me.
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