The Trickster Diaries/Chapter 73
Last night, surfacing from the momentary trance she’d created, I remember standing, then levitating, turning sideways like a translucent Chagall cow and gliding slowly through the house and out an open window…
Let go. Just float. You’re dreaming, remember?
You’ve seen this girl before, somewhere.
Her skirt brushes against your calf.
“Mars One,” she says, “set for a 2025 launch. One way. No return. I’m taking you with me.”
Time in suspended animation.
“Endogenous or exo?” she asks, then takes your hand.
You bound like deer in the forest at dawn
across all four lanes.
Rico, wake up.