Thank you @mariannewest for another fabulous #freewrite challenge, today's prompt is cinnamon
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This is a stand alone freewrite, although it does follow on from "Jelly". To start at the beginning click here.
Mike knew the Jellys were up to something.
And this house was fucking weird, to say the least. But what choice did he have? If he wanted to leave this madhouse - and he certainly did want that - then it made sense to walk through the only door in the room.
And hope that somewhere on the other side was the way out.
Mrs Jelly smiled.
"After you dear," she said.
Mr Jelly nodded his head, his fatty cheeks wobbling enthusiastically.
"Go on, sport, open the door." Mike walked over to the other door. Took a deep breath and opened the door. At first he wasn't sure what he was looking at. The room was a strange kind of colour. The word that sprung to mind was "cinnamon" but it could have been terracotta.
He was no interior designer.
The room was long, and there was indeed a canal that ran the length of it. The ceiling was so high up, at first Mike thought there was no ceiling.
This room was huge.
A gondola awaited them, and he felt Jelly nudge him...
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If I have even another spoonful of Jelly, I am going to be sick... oh, go on then...
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