Chapter 4 cont, in which our hero does some yoga in the magic mirror
(this in from morgen)
It was a magic mirror, and if he breathed just so and kept his leg wrapped 'round his neck at just the right angle, he could create any virtual reality his merry mind could conceive. Ansel, being a sober lad, pondered carefully. Sports cars, mountains, babes, air guitars all presented themselves as distinct possibilities. At Flo's gentle urging he exhaled slowly, inhaled so deeply his tummy challenged his pj's waistband, and put himself square in the middle of....
|
Return to Main Page
Comments
|