Traffic from the main highway was a distant hum. There were no voices
from the derelict tract houses that Kimi could see. She could have been the
last human on Earth. It gave her the creeps.
There was no sign of
the spaceship Laaruu had promised was there.
“I guess your flying
saucer has been hijacked. In this neighborhood, it’s probably been stripped for
spare parts. If we see any flying cars, we’ll know for sure. “
Laaruu said nothing.
He opened the trunk of the car and withdrew the case she’d packed. He then pulled a small metal box out of his pocket—in an earlier era, Kimi
would have mistaken it for a pager. He spoke his incomprehensible language.
The ship appeared
before them, shimmering like a heat-inspired mirage at first before solidifying.
Kimi gaped.
It was a giant
chevron that took up half the parking lot, sparkling as if an army of
kindergartners had lost their minds with silver glitter and covered the entire
contraption in a frenzy. Or rhinestones. Yes, definitely more like rhinestones,
except the thing appeared to be smooth, not bumpy.
Kimi took a step
back, away from the twinkling spaceship. The realization that this was no game,
that she wasn’t going on a lighthearted jaunt to another town or state or even
country—but to another fucking galaxy
in an alternate universe—hit her like
a cement truck. This vessel would take her from her planet. Her dimension. The
only life she’d known.
As fucked up as her
existence had gotten, it abruptly seemed precious to Kimi. What had she been
thinking when she agreed to this? Why was the import of her actions only
occurring now?
Because even with
this freak switching his face a billion times and attaching weird sex torture
devices on her, she hadn’t really believed. Not until now, when she’d been
given no choice.
Releasing in March (date subject to change).
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