The cockroach part two

I woke up later sitting against a charred wall. My burnt and broken husband lying in front of me on the floor. I remember thinking, its funny, I don’t feel any pain. I reached over and touched my husband; he abruptly opened his eyes and said, What the hell happened? So I said, I think we have been murdered by giant cockroach. Naw, said he. Yap said I, and we spent the next five minutes laughing. Then we both became very angry and decided, since we are stuck in this world in this amphorious state, we might as well make finding and destroying that cockroach our mission.

So, we stood up and started to walk, nada, we only tilted from side to side. Now that we were only apparitions our nothingness was not making contact with anything, it became apparent that we had to learn how to do controlled floating. So we kind of bumped and flumped out of what used to be the back gate, where we found a ball of soot covered black and white fur that we guessed used to be our dog.

So Dave and I went down the alley in search of the giant cockroach. The thing was easy to follow so far because of the tractor like footprints that it made. One odd thing that we noticed as we dogged the weird tracks, they were getting smaller and smaller, which told us that the thing could change size at will.

As we came out of the alley onto twenty Fourth Street, we had to laugh at ourselves and our new found mode of transportation. It was a little hairy getting this floating business coordinated, we kept floating too far left or too far right and merging into each other or into some structure like a telephone pole. But were getting the hang of it, I guess