|Blob2 (c) by JD DeHart|
There is a wedding dress hanging in my future. I just know. Of course, there are worse endings to have. It all depends on the kind of story you are in.
I could be headed for a dynastic tragedy. Although, to be honest, none of my uncles seem to be shady characters. They are just prodding and rhythmic.
On the way to my plot-point job, I notice some kids playing very, very close to the edge of the page. I warn them to stay away from the gutter, but they just laugh at me. I pass many characters. Some are rounded and I know them well, while others are flat and rarely speak to me.
On my lunch hour, there’s a phone call and I know this is just another step in setting up the wedding. Perhaps I could jump out the window. As I reach, the window disappears. Great, now I have a windowless office. Should have known better.
It would be nice to flip ahead in these pages, but I am chained to this space, anchored to this line, and can only enjoy the sound of other people turning them over.