Ethernauts

“She walked through my door like a bad memory at the end of a bottle of whisky. Her perfectly sculpted face would make any right-minded guy fall instantly in love. But she and I had history, full of memories and regrets, and I didn’t much care to see that face again.

I’d thought she was gone, I’d watched the taxicab pull away from my door all those years ago. She took a corporate paycheck with all the usual strings and moved upstate. Just another wage-slave working 9 to life for a faceless corp. Turns out I was wrong, turns out she made it out of the downtrodden masses, turns out she’s somebody now. And here she is walking back in through that same, busted door.

It would have taken a lifetime to forget her if only she had stayed away. Now, I’m just left with more questions.

Who was she? Did my Lucy ever exist? Who hired me?

It’s raining in Opal City, but I don’t notice anymore. Opal City is a dame: dangerous, sometimes more trouble than she’s worth, but beautiful. I could never leave her…”