Prompt: If you could zoom through space in the speed of light, what place would you go to right now? Today’s twist: Organize your post around the description of a setting.
Every year in the Land of Opportune Moments, when friendly neighbors become materialistic opponents and leaves cover the ground in a sea of orange and red,
it is said after the day of stuffing one’s face with drink and poultry, battlements of businesses across the country prepare their storefront forts with large signs and pickup lines broadcasted to all
in order to beckon and entice the masses to arise from their glutenous asses to glorious bounties hidden within corporate treasure-trove walls
where people will hurriedly push carts like cannon lit to fire, trample fingers and toes with untiring eyes upon maps marking products and coupons to the skies, clutch their loot tightly in hand as they scan for further plundering, and drift away in ships of metal, glass and rubber while drowning in a resounding pool of foreseeable debt and regrettable tales.
Landlubbers and saucy wenches, let my ramblings warn you, for I speak of Black Friday sales.