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“Alan, it was all just a *dream*,” spoke Michelle directly into my still doubting face. Her breath smelled like flowers so I didn’t mind in that respect. The words spewing out of that same pretty, red lipped mouth, however, stung like bees to every part of my body except the knees. “Here, here,” she implored, pulling out the highway map of Michigan Indiana again and unfolding it before me. “See here? Indiana Dunes. Just like you described dunes west of Hazel which seems to equate directly with our Michigan City.” She then pointed out that Chicago lies to the west of that and what did I say at least a couple of times about that sprawling metropolis, hmm? “You said you wish it had remained a wilderness — that’s how you put it,” she answered herself. “And what is The Hook Wilderness Preserve or whatever on your New Island, huh? A *wilderness*. This would be the place directly overlapping Chicago in our Hazel-Michigan City synchronization.” “That’s a good word for it,” I dare speak up to her, the now red face to sort of match the lips, glaring eyes and flaring nostrils up above that. She’d had enough of fantasy. She wanted to be *grounded*. Wake up, wake up! she seemed to cry over and over. You’re still only dreaming. New Island isn’t real! TBC
Sunklands 