Inspired by Starbucks and an old CTA card.
Erica was sipping at her double mocha latte frappuccino when she came adrift in space. She was plunged from awareness of her precise location – a Starbucks, at a certain corner in a certain city state country continent – to icy uncertainty. She was here, and she was two thousand miles away, and three, and even four. In cities where she once lived, or had visited, or had never even been.
She felt a wave of vertigo pass through her. No one else seemed bothered. Perhaps no one else noticed.
After all, it was a Starbucks, and they all looked the same.