Weedy flower gardens crept slowly into increasingly

Weedy flower gardens crept slowly into increasingly narrow strips of lawn. I was having a conversation with my friend.Suddenly, something started pulled my leg....................

The tendrils of mutant crabgrass had already wrapped around my ankles. A thistly dandylion jabbed my soft pink toe pads drawing blood. I screamed. My friend ran for the weedwacker

and charged at the cannibalistic crabgrass which was gnawing on my left foot. It released my ankles only after my friend's weed-whacker sliced thru the leafy tendrils. Sap spewed

raised an eyebrow. I began to question our friendship as my socks and shoes quickly disintegrated into a sticky mush. The acidic sap had removed all the hairs on my legs, leaving

Pale skin exposed to the gamma rays. Where was my suitcase? Where the hell was I? Did I get off the train at the wrong stop? It was four o'clock in the afternoon. Tha

nks to my having had this happen to me before I merely pulled another suitcase out of the train station lockers that I had left on a previous visit. In case this happened & it did.

I tried to remain calm as I walked the suitcase briskly up the escalator to the 3rd street exit. I tried not to let my eyes dart hither and yon as I marched to Manny's Cafe. But I

must have given myself away somehow because next thing I knew, I was face down on the linoleum floor with my hands cuffed behind my back & the suitcase had disappeared. Gone or...?

An answer came fast: a phantom loomed over me, and, in a wink, I was out cold. When I awoke, the suitcase lay open and empty in front of me, and I was naked…and still handcuffed.