David Stafford your post landed

[borderlinegrafix]

Hank Bevers strapped into the Meta-Monster (you had to be there)

[David Stafford]

I have this problem with writing stories that reach their splendid conclusion after I run out of paper. This one had a particularly socko ending as I recall.

[Nancy Bell Scott]

That's good, Dave. My glasses got lost this year, and even they needed a new Rx. However, if trying harder doesn't increase your print size, I do have several hand magnifying-glasses from turning age 50 a long time ago, so not to worry. I can't speak for the worthy BG, though.

  

[David Stafford]

I'll try harder.

[borderlinegrafix]

Yes, larger cards are needed because if you print smaller I will have to get out my glasses!

[David Stafford]

Gracias, BG....For those interested here's the flash fiction I wrote to accompany the picture....

As a beta-tester for the Metaverse Hank Bevers had one singular qualification: a desire to leave this sorry world with the provision to return for bathroom breaks. On his application he wrote: "It is my goal to help Mr. Zuckerberg iron out any kinks in the process." He needn't have bothered to kiss ass. He would have been accepted for having a brain stem. On the other hand, you never can be sure.

He was wondering about this as creatures dressed in white with blue lanyards dangling swarmed over him, strapping him into "The META-MONSTER." He was also thinking, "I thought this would be more like a headset. I mean this thing must weight 1200 lbs." Then he began to think about marketing such a thing to a niche audience like a Peloton and his mind disappeared into an adman's thicket

"HEY, IN THERE!" a technician shouted. Bevers stared through the multiple portholes. It was like looking through a kaleidoscope of shifting white shapes with flashes of blue.
"WE'RE A-OK," the voice on the Intercom said. "Okay, too," Hank replied not really knowing if he was following protocol.

"OKAY. ALL SYSTEMS GO!"

Suddenly a great clanking noise began echoing throughout the bell-like suit. Bevers remembered a similar sound from an MRI scan he'd had once. In place of the confusing sea of cubist white, a yellow blue gas began to swirl around him to the degree that he felt that it was he, himself at the center of this manic clanging kaleidoscope. (And here the story ends because I ran out of room at the bottom of the card. Moral: larger cards are needed).