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by Joshua Allen
A black Honda Civic missing one of its hubcaps turned down the
street that split two parking lots. Following the snow-covered arrows,
the car navigated the empty lot. The Honda stopped with a jolt next to
a glossier, newer black car with mag wheels. The car was a Toyota
The door opened. A man stepped out. His name was Andy Drake and
today was his twenty-eighth birthday. Had someone asked him what he
wanted for his birthday, he would have responded that he wanted his
brother to stay dead forever. There likely would have been no follow-
up question.
Andy peeked in the back of the Camry. A gym back lounged on the
back seat of the Camry. The Nike swoosh was partially hidden by the
folds in the bag, which slumped in a utilitarian pose in the back. The
Carol worked out every day after work. She did this at a gym she
hated the other gym was too far away. Carol had leased her Toyota
Camry because she had leased a Toyota before and had a good
experience. Carol owned a house and shared it with her husband. Carol
nor did she want them. Carol enjoyed drinking on the weekends. She was
a beer drinker. She could extol the advantages of both a heady import
special occasions. She enjoyed sweet red wine with Italian food. Andy
Carol was married. Andy couldn't say if she was happy or unhappy
Carol waved at Andy through the glass dividing their office from
the building atrium. She sucked a lollipop. The lollipop stained her
lips red. She returned her gaze to her computer. Even as he passed by,
daring himself to attempt eye contact, she didn't look up. Andy closed
Andy looked up from his miracle station. It lay inert before him.
"I need a little miracle from you. I need a cross section of this
Travis waited.
Travis. "Actually, can you give me a few minutes. I just got in," Andy
said.
slow. Very slow. Our guys at CityBuild are starting to get nervous."
the objects into a Form. He brought his hands together in front and
spread them. The world opened a little and he was looking into Next
blue points of light that disappeared into Next World and showed him
operation, but Andy had gotten used to it over the years. Andy entered
he should be fine.
Andy parted and entered the cabinet that the gnome was
steel had confounded him for hours on end. Inside, Andy quickly found
the document he needed. Andy squinted and examined the plans. They
These were better than okay, actually. These were the specific
plans for the actual bridge in Cincinnati, if the writing in the key
camera out of the desk drawer and snapped a few digital pictures. He
smiled.
The real miracle was this little camera. Andy put the camera down
and listened for Travis's voice ringing through the office. Travis was
not a quiet man. He bellowed and spoke so that the entire office could
personal stories. The fact that he was quiet most likely meant he was
on the phone.
scrolled over and pulled back. He pushed in again and found Carol. He
watched her.
This wasn't the real Carol. She was a part of the real Carol, he
the Next World make up the whole of who we are, Andy had always been
taught. But this was not the Carol he knew, who was married and played
the role of secretary just outside his office. This was the Carol from
The Next World was where Andy got all his information. For
instance, his digital camera was the result of a miracle worker taking
it from the Next World. Some clever engineers had been able to
reproduce it, with the help of a few dozen lookers. Even still, it was
a miraculous little device. A few cleverly controlled electrons made
it work. Andy was a looker, though he had never done anything quite as
At least, that's what Brando had always said about him. Brando
was his older brother. Andy rarely thought about him since he'd been
executed years ago for working illegal miracles. Brando had always
held his power over Andy's head. Andy never measured up.
The truth was that Andy didn't care about measuring up. Sure, he
back when Brando was alive. However, Andy had no real aspirations to
shaping the Next World. The Next World was perfect. In the Next World,
brother Brando was a criminal, but a relatively minor one, who got
high on illegal drugs and ate too much, but never hurt anyone.
In the Next World, Andy was married to Carol, and she loved him.
Right now, Next World Carol laughed. She was overweight. They did
not have children that Andy had seen as of yet, but she looked
matronly. She and Next World Andy were eating and celebrating Andy's
birthday, and Carol had a special surprise for him, dinner out, and
then more, he hoped. He hoped Carol make love to Next World Andy
later. Andy thought about what he and Carol did as making love. He had
Andy let the open view into Next World snap closed, even though
what he was seeing was not visible from Carol's side of his desk, and
not to Carol at all, who had been told her whole life that she had no
aptitude for miracles. If she had seen, she would have chided that
looking was not for such purposes. Miracle workers were not to look at
people, let alone themselves. They were to focus only on objects and
Miracle Worker's Association, but he guessed not much. Some said the
MWA monitored everything all the time, but Andy had never received a
sanction for what he was doing. After all, he was only a looker. He
was nobody. He had pushed the envelope more and more over the years,
until he finally decided the MWA did not really have the resources or
concern to bother with him. Just recently, he had let himself simply
"I did, yes, Carol," Andy said, realizing he hadn't yet answered
Carol was wearing her business suit. Today was not any special
day, but Carol's outfit was. Andy wanted her to wear the suit every
day. It had a feminine cut. Her hips swelled out to both sides. Her
breasts were defined by two rigid seams on the sides. Her bare arms
She leaned onto his desk, peering around the Form. "I wish I
could see," she said. Her cheek was close to his. The way she bent
over, he could see the clingy curve of her slacks and the luscious
mound of ass that swelled out from under the suit coat. "Sometimes I
"Can you feel God when you look into that?" she asked. "Can you
the university," she said. She waved her hands. "Sorry, as long as you
"Received," Andy replied. She left, and he was able to move back
to his desk.
activities on the computer. Andy exhaled and reopened the tear. But
Andy and Carol were gone now. They had finished their meal. Time
hours and never get tired of the seeing, but the moment sped past.
boring they were. One night he watched Andy and Carol sleep--just
sleep for sixteen hours by his clock. They woke up at their and his
dawn, but he had been watching them since the afternoon before. Next
World Andy and Carol had gotten up, dressed and gone to work without
home. He sighed and printed out the documents he had photographed for
Chicago's South Side for the Games. Andy didn't much like the Games.
Too religious.
Brando had been religious. He had told Andy once that the things
he did, the sacrifices he called them, were for some higher purpose,
for a god. The god's name was Sebek and took the form of a crocodile,
sometimes, Brando had said. Brando told Andy that real miracles
required sacrifice.
Andy hadn't liked to hear such talk. It made all the rumors
around his brother seem less like vicious talk and more like cold,
hard reality. Andy wanted a reason to defend his brother during the
trial, but Brando did not give him one. Not long after his talk about
national DV. The croc was the same Brando had used to kill others.
This was the punishment the victims' families had decided by vote.
"Would you like lunch later?" Carol asked from his doorway.
Andy jumped. Carol apologized for startling him. Her suit coat
was opened a little. Andy could see the swell of her left breast, and
gnomes for this. That would draw attention to him. He looked around
manually, but had no luck. Well, he knew where Next World Brando was,
Next World Brando was still alive, but had been in prison for a
spent days and night writing stories. He read a lot too, even some
Secretly, Andy thought, Next World Brando envied Next World Andy.
Brando's pencil scratching on the paper resting on the desk built into
the prison cell wall. Brando wrote on a blotter because prisoners had
carved various runes and gang logos into the desk surface over the
before he could Brando turned the pages over. He said something Andy
could not make out, then put the pages away in a box and started on
some different pages, writing a new story about a dragon named Toth
who burned the valley of love with his fire breath. Andy wanted to
tried other angles, but with no success. He sat up. It looked like
aluminum. It might have a lead core. Lead was known to have a high
need for a lead box. More likely, this was just one of those rare
"I'll see you tomorrow, Andy." Carol said from his doorway.
the reality of fluorescent lights over him. Outside, night had fallen
while he was buried in Next World. He looked at his clock and saw it
was after five. The office was empty. Sometimes time was funny in the
real world. When he looked back up at his door, Carol was gone.
"Would you like to get a drink?" Andy asked. He stood and hurried
He nearly collided with her. She was standing near his door. Her
coat covered her suit. Her blond hair was tied in a pony tail. She
"You seem kind of down today," she said. Her grin melted into
Andy shook his head. Andy smiled. He was embarrassed to tell her
Andy breathed the new car smell of Carol's new Camry. He stole a
whiff of her hair as she reached in back to stow her purse. Carol was
married to a lawyer. Law was one of the few disciplines that did not
rely on looking or any miracles at all. It was pure, some said. Andy
see what Carol might have seen in her husband. It had put him to sleep
several nights in a row before he gave up on it. Andy had met Carol's
blowhard very much impressed with his station. He treated Carol like a
With a sinking feeling, it hit Andy that Carol might just enjoy
the money and what it brought, like new cars, and nice suits that you
could wear even when there was no good reason to. She might enjoy
being treated like her husbands own personal penis sheath. He really
had no idea.
apartment. They didn't buy a lot of new cars or have a lot of things,
except books. They had shelves and shelves of books. Andy liked to
think this was because Andy and Carol were special, but it was
much as they did here. He knew there were more people in Next World.
world counterpart. With all those people, it was easy to believe that
Carol took a back road Andy didn't know. The university and the
town whizzed by the window. Carol drove fast. She was reckless with
lights and traffic signs. She drove like someone who didn't care if
Andy wondered what Carol would tell her husband. He didn't know
late. Carol's husband may have cheated on her, and she therefore never
told him what she was doing or why she was late. She may have even
More likely, she would just lie. She would tell her husband she
was at the gym. She would tell him the treadmills were full and that
she had to wait for one. Andy rolled his window down a crack. His neck
felt hot.
tendency to blame everyone else in the world for every single problem
he encountered. She complained that she thought Travis was not very
spiritual, that he treated miracles in general and Andy in particular
like nothing special. She complained that the others never stood up to
temperature.
Andy shrugged. "I don't know. It's not really a big deal, you
"I guess so, old man," she said. "Do you have any family to visit
later?"
He laughed.
"Don't worry, you'll get the full Carol treatment tonight. Open
up the console."
"You're looking for the little tin box and the lighter."
He brought both out. At the next red light, she tapped the box.
She checked for other cars, but besides a few people walking away,
Carol cocked her eyebrows up and down twice, then took a joint.
She accepted the light Andy offered and sucked until the end glowed
bright orange. She passed it to Andy. Andy had never smoked pot
before. Brand, both the real and Next World ones, smoked pot and look
where it had gotten them: ripped apart by a wild animal and in jail,
respectively. However, Andy knew the basics as anyone who had ever
seen the act depicted in film did. He inhaled the smoke. He held it as
long as he could.
Carol covered his hand with hers. "Hold it. One second longer."
limits.
I smoke a joint with him out back. He said he made all the employees
do it."
She smoked the joint. "I figured he was trying to get into my
"You mean smoked with him, or let him into your pants?"
Downtown was comprised mainly of a few stores and about three bars.
Andy had seen them all in passing, but had never been in one. Brando,
both real Brando and Next World Brando, liked to spend time in bars.
Both Brandos liked to have sex with random women. Both preferred the
underage variety.
"So I've been wanting to ask you about the miracle thing. I just
"I feel stupid asking this, but are you actually touching the
Almighty?"
"I don't really like to talk about the god part. I think it's
"Really?" She asked as she passed him the joint. "Anything good?"
Andy noticed they were going around the block. He decided it was
so they could finish the joint. "A few have been published, but
crocodiles."
this was of Next World Andy or not. He suspected it was. Isn't that
what they said, that the core personalities of your Next World self
was the same as the real you? Not that anyone knew for sure. You
became exuberant. She put her hand on Andy's for the second time. He
decided the gesture was innocent. "He got back from his direct-meeting
with CityBuild and his face was beet red. He started ranting and
bitching. Talking about the cops had a speed trap set up, and they
always come after him even though he is a good citizen. It was high-
larious." On that note, Carol took the last drag off her joint and
Andy said.
"I'm sorry, I didn't want to just talk about work, you know."
Carol parked her car near the bars. Two or three other cars stood
on the sides of the street. A couple dozen more people had car-pooled
"Come on," Carol said, "Let's walk to Remus from here. I love
walking in the cold when I'm fucked up. Have you been to Remus yet?"
"Are you going to stay in there?" she asked. "Because the red-hot
Andy noticed she wasn't wearing gloves. He offered her his, but
she turned him down. "I'll just stick my hands in your pockets."
On the curb before they crossed the street, she hugged his arm,
burying her hands between his arm and his side, hunching over so that
she was more level with him. She leaned in close. He could smell her
hair again. He could feel the puffs of air from her mouth against his
cheek as she said, "Just one drink, though. And no work talk."
like the kind of place Next World Andy and Carol might go, where they
might laugh. Or would have in their younger days, before the kid. Did
they have a kid? Andy liked to think they did. After all, why else
The real Carol sat near him and talked just above the volume of
the music, which was at just the right volume, the way Andy would have
liked, if he'd had his say. He looked at Carol. She had picked this
"It's another day." Andy said. "Really, thirty isn't even that
old these days, right? I mean my parents were in their forties before
I was born."
"Is that how you got into religion? They introduced you to God?"
Andy shrugged.
"There's that clam snapping shut again," she said. "How about
this: you can ask me any question you want to. I'll answer honestly,
An arm split the narrow space between them. The waitress took
their empty bottles. Carol ordered two fresh drinks, their third each.
Andy didn't answer the question. Carol laughed. "No deal? Not many
women make that kind of an offer. Hey, you're not still upset about
Trav getting all full of himself at that meeting yesterday, are you?"
"I forgot. I don't know how you stand it. If I didn't want to
She covered her mouth quickly with both hands. She burst out
laughing.
He shrugged.
"We should probably get going," Andy said. "We've already passed
"And we talked about work," Carol pointed out. "But I started it,
downed her drink. Andy did the same. She paid the tab. Andy didn't
object. Carol could afford to pay the tab. Carol's husband was a
a secretary because she wanted to fuck her boss. Maybe she already
had. These facts went into the database in Andy's mind. He collected
them as he had many others. They were just facts. He was at peace.
Carol held onto Andy outside again, warming her hands in the
Inside, Carol started the car and then shivered. She put her
hands under her thighs. "If I don't let it warm up, Bill will chew my
ass."
"You know what would warm you up? A little." Andy put his pinched
"You're just trying to get me all hot and bothered, aren't you?"
"Very much so," she said. She looked at the joint she had
Carol lit another joint. She sucked end. She giggled as the smoke
spilled out. "Oh my God that's good," she said. She passed the joint
asked.
another hit. He passed her the joint. She leaned in and took it with
her lips rather than fingers. Her hand slipped down his stomach when
she did this and brushed his crotch. She inhaled. Her eyes rolled back
in her head.
"God," she said. "Wow." She looked at him. "Being this close to a
miracle worker must be what's making the high that much better."
Andy shrugged. "I'm nobody, really. I'm a guy who forgot his keys
in the office."
"No way! Okay, well, I have mine, so I'll let you in to grab
"The whole kit and kaboodle," Andy said. He let the words roll of
his tongue. They were wet. They were delicious, like raisins in his
mouth.
Carol said, "You're fucked up. We didn't eve have that much." She
laughed. Then, she started her car and drove back to the office.
Carol stood near her desk in the darkened office. The atrium
outside the glass barricade was lit by two soft lights. The building
He started toward his office, but she stopped him before he got
more than a few steps. Carol turned him around and kissed him. She was
pull him up and squat slightly to connect the kiss. He kissed. She
leaned back against her desk and pulled him. She ripped his shirt out
of his waistband and scratched her nails lightly along his flanks.
She broke the kiss, but then went back in and licked his lips
lightly.
Andy stood between her thighs. He tried to catch his breath, but
could not. Carol tipped her head back. Her blond hair spilled out and
down almost to the desk. The ponytail holder was long gone. Her hair
was long and curled just so and perfect. She made a throaty sound that
"Well, it's not really funny, I guess," she said. She him
straight in the eye. "But I was thinking that if you wanted to, I'd
let you take me back to your apartment, lay me out on your big bed,
"Yeah?"
"Well, if--and I mean if," she put her finger on his lips, "you
stubborn as the swelling in his pants, which made any attempt coyness
Andy hurried into his office, doing his best not to run.
He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out his keys. They were
in the same place they had been all night. She might even have noticed
them when she squeezed him in her thighs. If she had, she chose to
ignore it. Or, maybe, she knew why he really wanted to come here.
He just needed a peak at Carol and Andy, the Next World ones. Or,
thought Andy, maybe they are the real ones. After all, it was the
people from his world who peaked in and stole their creations and
their ideas.
This was not a new theory. It was, in fact one of the first
theories that Andy had ever heard on the art of Miracle working that
seemed to make sense. Brando had told him the theory, when they were
much younger, but he had not conceived it anymore than had Andy.
Andy knew the truth now, of course. The truth was it did not
matter who was Real and who was Next. They were one in the same. That
was why he knew looking was not a big deal. Looking into Next World
was no different then looking out the window, seeing a happy couple
Next World Andy and Carol. He needed to see them. He needed to know
what Carol liked. This was his once chance to prove himself to her,
and Andy was inexperienced in the ways of love. He would fail, and she
would wake up disappointed that she had spent even fifteen minutes
with him. He had seen some last time, but he needed to see just a
little more. He needed one good thing that would make him seem like a
as he had hoped. It was still focused on the last place he had left
it. It was focused on the small desk built into Brando's cell.
Andy could not see Brando, but he could see his writing. His
blood ran cold. The words were a description of two people named Andy
describing the sex act. The story was not describing the two people
making love, either. The prose was all asses and tits and cocks. It
was no more than a masturbation aid Brando had written before going to
sleep on his bunk. Andy raised his hands to zoom out when he heard a
voice.
"Andy."
Andy nearly jumped. He looked up, but the doorway was clear. He
could hear Carol shuffling around. He knew the window was starting to
Brando smiled. His teeth were not regular teeth, but smaller and
sharper. They are like crocodile teeth, Andy thought, but he couldn't
look away.
"I wanted to get your attention, Andy. I wanted to tell you what
Sebek was the name Brando had given to his crocodile. Andy had
learned this detail from the news outlets along with everyone else. It
had been big news. The DV newspeople had also told the world that
Sebek was a god in Next World, in a place called Africa. Rumor was
that they had other continents in Next World. Some claimed to have
seen them, these continents, these cities. Andy had never much cared
"I wrote it down, but I wanted you to wait to see it until after
Brando held up the box that contained the pages he had been
"Think about it Andy. You can fuck Carol whenever you want. It
said.
question.
"Of course. It's the only way, brother. Too bad for me Next World
Brando was such a fuckup right? I needed more time to get him out. But
now I'm stuck. But you have the perfect life. You could help me."
"Go and do what? Screw her one time? Get a glimpse of what your
life could be? Come hard two seconds after you start? Or you can read
what I've written. You can become Next World Andy. You can have it
all, brother."
looked amused.
She came around the desk and stuck her lip out. "You closed it.
Andy stood up. He kissed Carol. She eased into it, slowly letting
She nodded.
learn it. I bet you could learn it. I bet you could do anything in the
teeth.
Right here.
She led him out the door, and held his hand as he led her to his
Drive, Andy, the voice told him. He should not still be able to
hear it, and yet he could. Drive her home. Let me show the both of you
Let her. Reassure her. Whatever you do next, Andy, you better not
THE END