TransTravel - A Short Story
Adrian scowled as he scrolled down the list of vacation packages. Each one had an accompanying image, brief blurb describing the destination and lodgings and, regrettably, the price. He clicked the 'next' icon on the bottom of the screen but nothing happened. Adrian blinked in surprise then realized he had reached the end of the list. Again. Issuing a sound somewhere between a groan and a sigh Adrian closed the website and found himself staring at the Google homepage.
"Goddammit," he muttered, leaning back in his chair. There was a soft creak as his bulky body pressed against the backrest. He looked around his studio apartment, noting his oversized CR-TV, tattered but still intact couch, faux oak coffee table littered with library books (many of which had bookmarks sticking out) and replica steel broadsword affixed on the otherwise featureless far wall. He couldn't see much through the window on the adjoining wall - just a lot of frost. The brownish carpet was worn but freshly vacuumed