Rejoining the Primordial Ooze
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Today was exactly the same as any other day. Shaved, showered, teeth brushed, car warmed up [via remote start], and a full commuter cup of steaming coffee. But it was sixty degrees -the highest temperature since October, I think- when I hit that same crowded intersection at 7:37am.
But there was no one there.
I will start my new job in ten minutes.
A bluebird slipped in, and sang to me from my shoulder. A rainbow seems to follow my car as I close the distance.
See, "Pornographic Materials" in my company means anything containing sexual content. From sex tips to Harlequin romance, half of America's lust will pass between my blistered hands. And frankly, the kid stuff freaks me out anyway -I won't miss that creepy department a single iota.Now, I am a sex god.
-Or maybe a sex demigod. Or at least a rumor of sex-goddiness.
But when I made that strangely uncomplicated turn, I saw a pillar of smoke.
The rainbow faded.
Oh shit.
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