Dreams come so true, but nightmares

Dreams come so true, but nightmares

can be transformed into winners at the box office." Samuel P. Goldbutt twisted in his executive chair and leered at the aspiring horror starlet on the casting couch. His cigar

didn't like her. "Too much fire. Not enough smoke" the cigar puffed. "Pay no mind to Mr. Smokes," Samuel P. Goldbutt said. "You're hired." The new star of Blood Harvest IV wondered

where he could get a blueberry bagel at this hour. Then the new star of Blood Harvest IV

entered, munching a blueberry bagel. It was like telepathy. He stared at me through the caked blood paint and I looked back. We remained like that for a good couple of minutes then

the blueberry bagel began to expand, much like Veruca Salt became a giant blueberry, except it was an inanimate bagel. I did not take my eyes from his. It was awkward.

My pet dingo was hunting squirrels and brought me one for dinner. I cooked it and shared it with Dingo under the eucalyptus tree in the bush. Veruca Salt was vegetarian, so she

liberally seasoned her potatoes and roasted them over the open fire. The scent of eucalyptus mingled with smoke, making us feel heady. Dingo, Veruca, and I curled up

on the clay floor. Dingo's heavy eyelids began dropping into sleep. Veruca, however, shared my anxiety. Not to shirk a stranger's hospitality, but she was just that: a stranger.

We crept out of the hut as the Dingo slept. Dawn was just beginning to break. The light was golden on her face, and suddenly I knew that she would no longer be a stranger to me.