Like a dense, dark black hole your mission lays out before you.
Many have gone before with varying degrees of success.
Some ventures within have garnered rewarding discoveries
whilst other expeditions yield devastating failure.
As intrepid adventurers wend their merry way through the
haphazard and jumbled place from whence their assignment will begin, a pungent
and musty aroma fills the air and unidentified objects tumble from black sack
like growths and scatter at their feet.
Lacy tendrils hang forlornly from long discarded equipment
bags and lifeless limbs drape and crumple over any available space as they
manoeuvre further into this Aladdin’s cave which could hold joy or pain
depending on how its roulette wheel decides to spin.
If you’re lucky you will find what you’ve been searching for
but it could all so easily go against you and prove fruitless as that which you
seek seems to disappear into thin air.
So if you dare come one, come all and try your luck within.
Welcome to the world of the school lost property room.
GIRL FROM THE NECK DOWN COLUMN - MEDWAY MESSENGER 02/03/15
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