If Tomorrow Comes

When Tracy awoke

I have butterflies the size of dinosaurs.”

You bring the little eggs to me, and I will find a nest for them.”

She would not need an umbrella.

operated a large portrait camera set on a tripod.
“Stand over there against the wall.”
Tracy moved over to the wall.
“Full face.”
She stared into the camera. Click.
“Turn your head to the right.
She obeyed. Click.
“Left.” Click. “Over to the table.”
The table had fingerprint equipment on it. Tracy’s fingers were rolled across an inky pad, then

manacled

'You've been royally fucked.'

They were so goddamned impressed with her figure that their brains melted.

We got a sayin' in Texas that the impossible jest takes a little longer.

I'm living a masquerade. But an exciting one.