I Can Make My Fantasies Real

You could say this is a behind-the-scenes kind of story.

There is light even in the dark. Isn’t despair also a kind of hope? Foolish waiting will get you nowhere. If you’re backed into a corner, then knock them down.

The sun blazed overhead. A few crows cawed from a dead tree. Beneath a streetlamp, a person in a blood-red robe walked along, holding a bell. It rang sharply with every step.

“You workhorse! What the hell are you up to now? If you’re having an episode, take some V8 tonic and get over here for a drink!”

The hand holding the bell paused. “Coming, coming.”

With that, they turned, hopped onto a little electric scooter, and followed the figure up ahead.