The Customer (drabble)

Tim yawned.
It was his first night shift running the "Survival Palace at the Pyramids".
Here all the "survival" freaks could buy lifesaving equipment.
At "pertinent" (meaning rather overinflated) prices.

The desert wind whistled and rasped along the hut's walls.
He took a seat near the heating and started dozing off.

Yikes!
The creaking door had opened and ...
where did this unbelievable stench come from?
He wriggled up and sneaked toward the counter.

Right. There was some ... bandaged ... thing, standing in the
small room ... stinking abominably.

"May ... I ... help ... ", he coughed.

The grey creature whispered:
"A mummy sleeping bag, please."

Wahrscheinlich aufgeweckt und verscheucht vom Geist des Sir Howard Carter ...

Herzliche Grüße,
Matula

Halluzinationen gehören oft zum Kulturgut. In Verbindung mit Witz, Geist und Spaß verlieren auch sie ihren Schrecken. Bravo! Gruß, Klaus

Probably not hallucinations, more likely the beginning of a dream (Tim is just falling asleep).
A very pretty text miniature!


Kristian