A Dagger through Dimensions Chapter 34

My Automatic Typewriter Comes Into Focus

SORRY for my posting yesterday. I’ve edited this to make it correct in sequence.

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A few days later, I’m sitting at my office in the morning working on my writing since I’m still recovering. The bruising is still showing and my stitches itch, but I’m alive.

Discovering Alice is a kind of automatic typewriter changes my perception of the future. Now, I’m just telling her my story and the machine pecks away. When we first worked together, I found a lot of wasted time when I needed to stop and think the story through. To make things easier, I hand wrote the stories at home, then put them on Alice’s desk when I walked in.

While getting this idea of becoming a radio playwright and producer is the goal, I realize my big problem is my lack of contacts in the industry. It’s something I’m still trying to work out a plan around.

Oh, there’s one other thing that’s new about my invisible secretary. She’s not so invisible now. Yeah, I know it’s crazy sounding, but when I entered the office after recovering from my injuries, I found someone sitting at Alice’s desk.

Well, it wasn’t clear that it was a person, more like the outline of a person. You see, Alice now looks a bit like the two-dimensional images of Cora and her demon friends I witnessed when they left my hospital room. The difference is that her outline is a blue aura with enough definition to show me she’s a female with the hint of a pretty face and body. The great thing about this change is I can hear and speak with her without the need for the intercom box. My only concern is what she’ll do when I close the office.

Yeah, I’m getting used to being worried about these familiars, as Cora calls them.

As for my home life, I’m happily fucking Adele every night and some mornings in her bid to become pregnant. The truth is that I’m not really looking to be a dad, but I am a curious idiot at the same time.

Can I have kids in this dimension? Cora mentioned it happened.

I tell myself that if it makes Adele happy, then I’m alright with it, so I guess that’s love in a way.

Yesterday, Cora stopped by with a few moments of pain in my mind to remind me not to forget her problems. So, Miss Wonderful’s problem went to the top of my list even though I still had stitches in my shoulder.

Fortunately, Adele volunteered to work at the library when it opened. My wife’s delighted interest in the idea showed that I had a new assistant to focus on the Elders and other things concerning the events of her disappearance. It seemed to be Adele’s way of keeping me on the right track to quit my work as a shamus.

I’m sure it beats her hanging out alone at the apartment all day.