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Joy Ride- first installment.

Narcisa’s eyes began to dart like pinballs around in her head. Like she was looking for the escape hatch, or more likely, looking around to make sure everyone was watching.
She drew a deep breath in and on the exhale emitted a low growl that built into a steady loud whine. “Go go go go go go go go. Gotta go now Cigano! Please please please. Go!”
She stood up like a venomous spider had just bitten her ass, and announced “I am leaving this place Cigano. Good bye.”
And she walked out the door, onto the busy street.
Jonathan looked at me and shook his head disapprovingly, shrugging.
“Whatever.” He said. “You guys go, I’ll stay here and pay.”
Things were about to get weird. I could feel it in the pre-dusk misty air as I walked out to find her.
“Narcisa?” I shouted.
“Yes! I’m right here!” She was across the street looking at diamonds in a glass case of a store.
Disregarding all traffic, she walked into the middle of the street, stood in front of a taxi and put her hand out.
“Come on Ale!”  She called to me.
I walked over and got in the cab. What else could I do?
“Where are you going?” The cabbie asked.
“We going up in Lapa right now okey? Go!”
It was silent for a minute. The traffic was thick.
“Where are you from?” The cabbie asked.
“Resende,” She answered.
“Really? Me too! I was just there…”
She nodded. It was silent again. The next question was a golf ball in my stomach.
“You smoke crack?” He asked.
“Yeah… why?”
“Me too…” He said. “You know about the extra terrestrials then…”
Narcisa sat up straight, her big eyes practically popping out of her perfectly round white face.
I looked at her pleadingly. It was too late…
I was in the middle of witnessing what I had heard about many times, Narcisa’s absurdly perverse synchronicity. This was the middle of a cosmic shit storm and, now already on the highway towards Cinelandia, I didn’t see any way out.

NOTIFICAÇÃO: Os eventos relatados neste site são contos de ficção registrados na Biblioteca Nacional com todos os direitos autorais revertidos ao autor Jonathan Shaw e Alessandra DeBenedetti. Os personagens mencionados são inteiramente fictícios. Certos eventos, personagens, lugares e relatos, foram baseados em fatos reais, porém qualquer semelhança a qualquer pessoa viva ou morta se trata de pura coincidência. As várias fotografias apresentadas se encontram com o rosto distorcido para preservar o anonimato das modelos que representam personagens fictícios.