Col. Baldwin talks to Larissa through the headphones he made for her.
His brittle whisper of a voice creaks like an old door in an abandoned room.
He is the transmitter. Larissa is the receiver.
They have been meeting in secret like this for about a year now... sometimes in person when she sneaks out of her room at night.
Other times, there is only the voice... his voice in the headphones, in the bushes. Like now.
(This way is much safer. As long as she hurries back to class before too long.)
The equipment that binds them together is somewhere under the park. There, the Colonel's hands (what is left of them) sift through faded colored wires, connects them to his cold machines, and twists knobs that click loudly to register volume and frequency amplification.
Good morning...L. Good morning...L.
He repeats things often to make sure they are heard correctly (Larissa is beginning to find it annoying though).
"Good afternoon, Colonel" she corrects him. Her spirits are high. She has been looking forward to this for a while now.
Baldwin rattles on....
The Big Board is picking up an EDR disturbance at 03M7, park side.
"Ok, I'm ready. Plug me in..."
Larissa leans back into the bushes and closes her eyes. She imagines an white empty void that fills with sparks and the smell of ozone.
And then she's out of her mind again.
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PARANOIA GIRLS
ParanormalParanoia Girls is an experimental illustrated story set in Northern California during the mid-1980s. The story and text is by Patrick Macias. The pictures are by Japanese artist Yunico Uchiyama. Marie Iida helped with translation and coordinatio...