Racking Cane I Need Help With My Story?!?!?? Please!?

I need help with my story?!?!?? Please!? - racking cane

Not the best of my work, but it is expected that short and sweet .... But I have to kind of transition between the last paragraph of the end of the line to come .... And if you like your comments, as you my story better be good! Thank you!

"Lost"

The sweat ran down my face, I felt like I walked for hours, I turned to a dark hallway. It was so tired and frustrated, I ask myself, where I had very specific instructions. My heart beat like blood, devastated him. My head screamed, "Get out of here must go!" I ran into a dark hallway trying to find my way to the approaching footsteps behind me. "I froze for a moment of panic and I was stuck on the wall of the stay as calm as possible.

It was an old man hobbled the aisle with a cane, with a ripe smell of cigars. He turned to leave the room and began a discussion with a rack of clothes, refused to break his way. I hissed as I the air in my lungs give back, wiped his brow and asked how he could be mistaken for clNothing rack for one person. I felt my way back into the light. Coming out of darkness, the scene seemed strange, there were many elderly people to walk through the halls. Some with walking sticks, aimless, just back and forth through the aisles. There was some respite on the banks talk to each other. One in a whizzed by in a wheelchair and almost throw my feet. I whispered: "Why Speed Racer in their electric wheelchairs, however, in their cars who can not find the gas pedal?" My nerves are jumping like a child began to scream to attract the attention of his mother. The shock of the ear piercing cry for possession of me and I do not remember what was my mission.


I wondered what you bought to go under all these Mall Walkers, lost again, the mall, I in 25 years ...