The purgatory. Pt1
"The purgatory? You mean that place between Heaven and Hell?” Kelvin Exclaimed.
“Not that Purgatory,” Zafira laughed. “It’s a bar, a special bar, a safe haven for those who rise and those who fall.” she explained
“I’m not sure what that means.” Kelvin scratched the back of his head innocently.
“You’ll understand when we get there. Meet me at my place in an hour.” she said
“Should I wear anything special?” Kelvin asked
Zafira looked him up and down. “I don’t think it will matter where we are going. Besides, you’re not going to get the best of welcomes, no matter how well dressed you are."
“Wonderful, just wonderful,” Kelvin said sarcastically.
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Kelvin collected Zafira on time and motored to their destination, while she directed him.
“Over there!” Zafira pointed to a driveway off the side of the road.
Kelvin rolled up to what appeared to be an abandoned, condemned factory, festooned with yellow caution tape and “No Trespassing!” signs.