The Rotating Molester Train -v24.07.23- -rj0122... Page

He walked down the corridor. Door 1: Leo, the Father . Door 2: Leo, the Exile (he’d considered moving to a cabin in the Yukon once, after a breakup). Door 3: Leo, the Forgotten —inside, he saw his current desk, empty, dust gathering. Door 4: Leo, the Lover of Unreasonable Things . He paused there.

But on his desk, a new ticket had already appeared. The Rotating Molester Train -V24.07.23- -RJ0122...

Leo had received the ticket three days ago, slipped under his apartment door. Embossed on thick, fibrous paper: Lifestyle & Entertainment. Car RJ0122. Seat 4B. No return address. Just a URL that led to a single line of text: You have been rotated out of your own story. Would you like to begin another? He walked down the corridor

He stepped back into his carriage just as the teenager slid into the Lament Lounge, crying before she even ordered. Door 3: Leo, the Forgotten —inside, he saw

“I’ll take the one where I didn’t call my mother back,” the woman in scrubs said.

Behind Door 4, a small room. A telescope pointed at a false ceiling of stars. A half-written novel about a train that rotated through emotions. A guitar with three strings. A note: You never started any of this because you were afraid of being bad at joy.