Ray tried many elaborate schemes to sleep with Karen during high school. He never succeeded in impressing her. She liked him, just not in a sexual way.
Ten years later, they reconnected through Facebook.
Ray hadn’t changed. He claimed he met the Dalai Lama. He supposedly traveled to 60 countries, in the same car.
“Yeah, right,” Karen scoffed. He was still trying to sleep with her.
In Chicago, Karen said, “Your car isn’t safe here.”
“Right,” said Ray. He pressed a button on his key fob. In seconds, the car collapsed into a tiny cube.
Staring at Ray in wonder, Karen whispered, “What was the Dalai Lama like?”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2017/07/19/21-july-2017/