“Words can bang around in your head/Forever, if you let them and you give them room.” – John Koethe, “Ninety-Fifth Street”
If I’d have known that Felicity was going to rent a bright pink VW bug, and take me to that sliver of a park next to the railroad tracks, I might have had second thoughts. She was always doing something outrageous, and a part of me was no doubt hoping for an adventure. Still, of all my friends, she was the most dangerous, and I should have remembered that before climbing into the rented car and flying along that unfamiliar highway.
She would tell you it all turned out fine. Felicity would say, “What’s the big deal? So, we hopped into an alternate universe and did a few things that were . . . somewhat illegal, sure. So what? Everyone’s better off now anyway.”
Suffice to say that when we got there and she stopped the car, when she persuaded me to take a ride in that phony red phone booth-portal, pink cherry blossoms swirling about us, I had no idea we were reversing the events of the past few days. When we got back and I saw what had happened, I knew that Felicity and I were the only ones on the planet that remembered how the election had turned out. – Before, that is.
They say the end justifies the means. Does it?