She flipped the card over between gloved fingers. This should be the right place. Yet, as she knocked, there was no answer. The door, upon trying, was unlocked, and she stepped inside hesitantly.
The second she was through the door, she was almost floored by the sudden cacophony hammering away at her eardrums. How hadn't she heard this outside?
Wandering further into the house, weaving her way between machines and contraptions, she could finally make out a human figure towards the back of the room.
The inventor pulled her goggles back over her curly hair upon seeing the intruder.
"Who the hell might you be?"
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
