Acupuncture After The Apocalypse

Use Up Some Fuel

Tomorrow I’m going to use up some fuel and drive into the old neighborhood to look for Levi and Dingo again. I’ll also check on how Dad is doing with the store. Your sister-in-law Eve used to have a clothing shop right near our family’s magic and novelty shop. She and I were friends, and when she started dating Mason, that’s when I met your father. He is, of course, also Mason’s dad—I know it may be stupid of me to repeat all this but I worry that the monastery encourages its monks to forget their old families.

It was peculiar for me to start dating the sixty-five year old father of my best friend’s boyfriend, I grant you that, but no weirder than the day six Tibetan monks showed up on our doorstep and started testing to determine whether you might be the new incarnation of the Dalai Lama.

Strange things abound in this world. Might as well get used to it.

Jill Riddell is a writer in Chicago. She teaches at the School of the Art Institute and has a weakness for nature, magic, and pennies abandoned in sidewalk cracks.