From the very talented Jordan Mello:
A watercolor of Zoidberg for a friend of mine.
(a series in which I post the promising intros to the incomplete stories that vex me.)
Audrey arrived in Philadelphia by virtue of a job interview, a six-hour plane ride from San Francisco and a broken heart too sick to face anything it could remotely recognize. She bought no guidebooks and only consulted dubious Internet resources. She kept asking herself the same giddy questions, like a bizarre, existentialist child in the backseat. What’s going to happen? I don’t know! What’s it look like, what’s it smell like? No idea! What memories have you planted there, and what weeds will have grown that you’ll now have to fit into the salad? There aren’t any! Teehehehehehehe! Mid-flight she realized she’d forgotten to pack any underwear.