The Trailing Edge

An excerpt from a chapter of my amazing autobiography that I have yet to write I have been reading a lot of Dystopian novels during this COVID-19 outbreak, so much so that I am now tired of the books. For those who don't know, Dystopia is a genre of sci-fi/fantasy where the world ends by some disaster --  a plague, zombies, alien invasion, or government run amok, and the world can only be saved by a teenage girl. Light reading indeed. The Hunger Games trilogy is the most popular series of this genre. Basically children killing children for material gain. It was made into a movie that did very well. The Divergent series looks to be the next most popular dystopian novels. I am tired of dystopia because the stories are the same. Just change the disaster and the name of the teenage girl as well. Worse, I have started to dream dystopia. Last night, I dreamt that the lady who sits next to me at work and I were chased all over the country by zomb...

The witch turned to face the evil dragon, wand ready for battle. "Wait a minute," she said holding up her hand. The witch conjured up her make-up purse, refreshed her lipstick, and a quick brush to her coiffure. The astonished dragon stared at the witch as he furiously spouted flames and smoke. "What?" she said to the dragon, "Of course I will save the boy, but I don't have to look poorly doing it." She dabbed powder on her nose, then slipped her make-up purse into her robes. “OK. Let's get this done." With that, the battle began. The dragon flapped his huge wings twice, generating a swirling windy vortex that disheveled the witch's hair. The dragon roared with laughter, flames and smoke spitting from his nostrils. "How rude," declared the witch. "Stop at once!" she said, holding up her hand. The witch retrieved her brush, repaired her coiffure. She pulled out hair spray, finishing the job with a heavy dousing. ...