The collected short works of Christopher Klim.
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By 7:00AM, the head-twins had already hit my cell phone. Kathy and Lucian performed their best work during the early morning hours. Kathy dreamed up the future, before her breakfast shift at the diner. She left me detailed clues, such as a person’s expression or the color of a woman’s dress that I might encounter during the day. Lucian was another story. His message only said, “The sheep are framing.” I wasn’t sure what it meant, but in November when “the chickens were dancing,” the cars on the interstate teed off in the fog like a derailed freight train. Impending doom was Lucian’s specialty, while Kathy only hinted at the future, neither good nor bad, like those fortune cookie horoscopes you find in the newspaper next to the comic strip. Thank God, the head-twins didn’t know my home phone number. Otherwise the whole gig would be blown sky-high. - from True Surrealism by Christopher Klim