For some strange reason, Chloe wakes up early this warm Sunday morning. The sun scorching her closed eyelids. The soft summer breeze caressing her long brown hair.
Cars honking a racket, passerby's on the sidewalk whispering. Birds mocking in rhythm to her rapidly pounding heart. She cautiously opens her eyes.
She is lying near the edge of the sidewalk in her pajamas! Her house has disappeared! In fact, the entire city block has disappeared! Then she screams at her reflection.
She is a hideous-looking puppet!
The head tries to clear its throat which causes the puppet Space Cowboy to step back a few feet. “Ahem. Ahem. Cough-cough.” What comes next is a disgusting, premedieval guttural noise. “Aaaggghhh!” Space Cowboy's head lurches violently backward and cartwheels two times on the ground.
It comes to rest upright against the fire hydrant. Its good eye disappears beneath its lid, and then it slowly reemerges looking at Chloe. Without warning, its purple lips open wide and spew a slimy two-inch glob of ghastly-looking, pinkish-gray sputum. The ghastly glob soars through the air and lands on top of Chloe’s right foot with a horrifyingly sordid flop!
Chloe quickly looks away in disgust.
Book is presently being written - dedicated to Chloe Lee Murray