Mirror Maze -- Extract

 

Richard Stooker

 

Copyright © 2013 by Richard Stooker, Love Conquers All Press, and Gold Egg Investing LLC.

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Mirror Maze

 

Frank dreamed an evil growth stalked him on a sinking island. He trudged through a wasteland of litter. Aluminum cans of Diet Raspcherry Splurge.

Because you're worth the best

Empty packs of Milton filter tip cigarettes.

Longs for long life

Broken bottles of Grand Teuton beer.

Quenches more than your thirst

Styroforma soyburger containers.

We keep the burger in your buns

He saw in the distance a woman who had no face but who reminded him of Darlene. He ran to the maze of mirrors. The evil followed.

"Darlene, where are you?" he shouted.

The evil thing chuckled. Its smile reflected in every mirror.

Frank smashed them. The loud roar of a canned laughtrack hurt his ears. The remaining mirrors showed the evil smirk. Water rose to his feet. Frank ran through the maze. The evil followed. The water kept rising.

The cartoonlike black dot of his imagination he called his copywriter's muse came by on Noah's Ark. As the island wasteland and the maze of mirrors sank into the ocean, Frank swam toward the ark.

"Go balls out," his muse shouted.

When Frank pulled himself into the ark, he asked, "Where's the woman with no face?"

A billboard floated by on the water's surface. It read: "This dream sponsored by the Exxturo Corporation. We're always thinking of you."

Frank's X-In-Time radio alarm clock turned on loud torture rock:

Ain't love a bitch?

Don't scratch that itch!

"Five minutes," Frank said without opening his eyes.

The radio-alarm system beeped and told him, "Time to get up. Important meeting at ten A.M. Senator Dorrian. Very very important."

Franck reached out to Darlene's side of the water bed.

Fly girl flew away

He touched the unused pillow.

Ain't love a high?

I'd rather buy!

Frank sat up, swinging his feet to the floor. This triggered the radio to turn down its volume. The TV covering the opposite wall turned on the Have a Good Day Morning Report.