For those of you who have been following along, here's Part 17 of our round robin writing game, Sophie From Shinola. To pick it up from the beginning, go here. Thanks to Michelle for putting this part of the story into my head, even though I haven't got the slightest idea why her comment made me think of this.
Mona woke with a start. She was momentarily disoriented and knew that the sun was higher than it should be. “Oh crap,” she thought, “I’ve overslept.” The last thing she could remember was that she’d had one more fortified cup of coffee than was really good for her. But she felt so good.
Reaching languorously across the bed, she picked up the manuscript for Sophie from Shinola from the bedside table and began to read again. She couldn’t place quite what it was, but there was something positively addictive about this story. But she couldn’t help feeling like something had changed. The first sentence seemed to follow what she’d been reading well enough, but from there on, things got really weird.
“Blink/Sophie pushed away from the alien body that used to be Sophie's, but now was truly and forevermore, not-Sophie”, was the first sentence she read, diving back into the story she felt she knew so well. “Blink/Sophie had been aiming her/their consciousness at the alien fleet, meaning to infiltrate themselves and save Chenolla VI from the invaders. But an odd thing happened. When Blink/Sophie opened her/their eyes, she/they didn’t see the smooth surfaces of an alien starship’s interior. She/They, saw palm trees…and sand…and pelicans. Before she/they had a chance to really contemplate this situation, she/they heard a voice. ‘What’s up little buddy?’, the voice said. Blink/Sophie looked up and saw a rather tubby man with a cap and a blue shirt. The man looked concerned and said, ‘You don’t look so good.’”
Mona didn’t understand what was going on any more than Blink/Sophie did. “A woman in a gown made entirely of sequence was standing behind the tubby man”, the story continued. “ ‘What’s wrong with Gilligan?’, she asked. The tubby man turned and said, ‘I don’t know. One minute he was peddling the generator-bike and then he started babbling something about Zelda and Dobie and then he just collapsed here. He hasn’t said a word since.’”
“Blink/Sophie saw another man and woman emerge from the jungle. The man, in the strangest accent Blink/Sophie had ever heard said, ‘We’ll get him the finest care money can buy.’ This was followed by the sound of really odd and fake sounding laughter. The woman, who appeared to be the man’s mother said, ‘It’s really a shame we didn’t bring any of the servants.’ Blink/Sophie was completely confused now and wisely kept her/their mouth shut.”
“Yet another pair emerged from the jungle. The man said, ‘I think I can help. Skipper, help me attach these coconut shells to Gilligan’s forehead. His brain waves will be transmitted to this reader and we’ll be able to identify the anomaly.’ The woman said, ‘Ginger, you bitch, back off! Gilligan’s mine! You always think you’re so fucking hot, but all the boys want me. My fresh-scrubbed wholesomeness is what all the boys really want, not you, you whore!”, Mona read.
Mona was at a loss to figure out what had happened to the story she’d been enjoying so much. She usually liked challenging plot twists, but she really wasn’t sure what to make of all this. She picked up the manuscript again to see if the next line might force the story back to making sense to her. Reading the next line, she found herself even more confused. Mona blinked.
There was a knock at the door, followed immediately by Mowat entering the room. He carried a tray with a silver coffee service emanating an aroma that made Mona’s mouth water. Mona was surprised to realize that even more than the smell of fresh coffee, the presence of Mowat was having a strangely calming effect on her. “What the hell is that all about?” she thought.