The Dire Girl
he said.
Nothing happened at first.
That sounds dramatic, but it’s true. Nothing happened. No gasp, no sudden crying, no cinematic breakdown. The sentence entered the truck and simply remained there, absurd and impossible and inert, because my mind refused to recognise it as belonging to a life I inhabited.
Then the world tilted very slightly to one side.
“No,” I said.
Lucas did not answer.
“No,” I repeated, because if one no did not fix reality perhaps a second might. “No. That’s ridiculous.”
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