I thought they were kidding. "Come on, Fran, Try it!"

And now here I am: trapped in a time bubble somewhere between planet Earth and Orion's belt. My biggest regret, I never asked them how to get back. I never believed it would happen.

It was the taunting, the schoolyard-like bullying. Calling me a timid fence-sitting boring Canadian. So I bit. I stepped into the dark. Into the vortex. Into hell.

I test my balance. I think I can walk alright. I look to my left, stars, to my right, more stars. I look up, the moon in its orbit. It's times like this that I wish I paid more attention in math class, or read more science fiction. But no, not me. I was the thespian, the dancer. The neurotic troubled starving artist who had no time for an imagination beyond the stage.

"A warp drive, a warp drive, my kingdom fo a warp drive."

Who am I kidding. I couldn't act my way out of a small town summer theatre. How the hell will I improvise my way out of this... wait a minute. What's that at the other side of the bubble? Is it... could it be... oh my God, I'm not alone!

To be continued...
 

A year ago on Pigdump: There are some markets the Great One has yet to reach, the old folks, women and pets... but it looks like he's got them covered in 2000! More.		From December 20, 2000: Eternal questions in the Tao of Pigdump. More. From December 18, 2000: Pigdump rates the shows of the festive season. More.		Archives Sept 00 - Oct 00 - Nov 00 Dec 00 - Jan 01 Old Pigdump Archives Aug 99 - Sept 99 - Oct 99 Nov 99 - Dec 99 - Jan 00 Feb 00 - Mar 00 - April 00 May 00 - June 00 - July 00 Aug 00 - Sept 00