Sunday, January 10, 2010


“Nim! Where have you been? We’ve been looking all over for you.”

The slender form edged further into the light. “I was fine. You should have known that.”

He shook his head, went to the fridge. “This whole thing has been stressful enough without that imaginary friend crap. Give it a rest.”

“I always thought you were mocking me,” said Nim. “Some sort of cruel joke. I realize now that you can’t help it. You just can’t see. No one can.”

Something knocked the bottle from his hands. Something else slammed him to the floor.

“We’ll have to make them.”

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