the trouble with parallel universes 

the trouble with parallel universes

this is the trouble that comes when you try to write a story on the net-- like organizing jello. below is zenna's entry, which arrived near simulatenous to mine, but put ansel in a BLUE suit. then evelyn chimed off that one before seeing mine--sad to say, i ignored it all-- luna
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Wally Sends His Regards (zenna in)
Ansel looked in the direction the finger was pointing, which was towards Wally the Singing Bass. Beneath the plaque upon which Wally was mounted, someone had taped a sign that said, "Try Me." "Why not," said Ansel, and he pushed the button. "King of the Road" shot forth from the rubbery lips of Wally while the white-trash art contorted in a way usually reserved for fighting death on land. "Cute" Ansel thought. Again, the pulling vortex - warm and welcome this time and mercifully lacking the muzak version of Brittany Spears' "Not that Innocent". Just as soon as he had settled into the comfort; a tightening, starting at his toes. It may have been soft Italian leather but it was still a mutating dress shoe. Higher to the cumberbun - too high? too low? Ughh! Finish off with a bow tie, just a little too tight - supposedly regal but causing a restricted glow in his cheeks. Even the hair was stiff, Vidal's best creation. But why all blue? Not navy but cornflower - simultaneously blending and clashing with the miles of burgundy fabric below......