Compass Society

Gary expected to be in the hallway, but found himself on the sidewalk. He turned and looked at the door that he had walked through less than an hour ago. He tried the knob but the door was locked. He put his face to the glass on the door and looked inside. It was dark and dusty, as if no one had been there for years.

He turned back and wondered what in the world was going on.

His stomach grumbled and he realized that his cereal was beginning to wear off. He wished that he had some money to go out and eat, but he knew that another dose of cereal would have to hold him for a while. He started to walk back down the street toward his home when a small motion caught his eye. It was against the tire of a car parked on the street. Something flapping. He looked around to see if anyone else had noticed, and then walked over to the car. Fluttering like a trapped bug was a green piece of paper. Gary knelt down and pried it out of it’s blockade to freedom. He couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw the picture of Ben Franklin on the front. Again, he looked around. Part of him wanted to shout for joy and the other part wanted to make sure that no one was running to claim the hundred-dollar bill he had just found.

“Ben,” he said to the money in his hand, “lunch is on you!”