a human. for now.
Left. That’s the direction this person in front of me is turning. Eventually. I’ve been waiting for it for awhile. Eight maybe nine hundred blinks. I’m very excited to find out which left turn it will be. There’s so many to choose from. But which one feels right? That must be part of the problem. That none of them feel right. Left turns by their very nature feel unnatural. It’s no wonder that after three left turns in a row you end up in hell.
The Mad Lady lit candles as she glided around the room in her silk ball gown with the plunging neckline. It wasn’t designed with a plunging neckline. But at this point everything she wore had a plunging neckline due to her super elongated neck.
“This is my favorite album.” She put a record on the turntable. Sounds from Inside the Fresh Taste Bottling Company circa 1923. She stood The Phantom Replica up and put his hands on her neck.
“Can you feel that?”
His hand vibrated from the beating of her pulse.
“I’m alive inside. Are you?”
He doesn’t speak.
There’s an inaudible male voice on the record. Something that sounds like him revealing his wife is dying. Muffled laughter.
“That’s my favorite part. I can rewind it.”
The Phantom Replica doesn’t speak.
Blink. Blink. Blink. A movie trailer plays showing a vehicle threatening to make a left turn. In a world full of left turns he must find the correct one. What will happen when the car goes left? One man must follow his instincts and do the unthinkable: Turn Left. Coming Soon…possibly.