Car Wash to the Cosmos

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Digital drawing. View inside the cabin of a car from the front passenger window. Foreground, a girl and a terrier sit in the front passenger seat, both facing forward and seen in three-quarters view. The girl, seen from shoulders up holds her left hand up to her lips. Her eyes are raised in a thoughtful expression. A braid falls over her right shoulder and over her seatbelt. She has a star sticker on her right cheek. She wears a headband with two antennae ending in balls with rings around them. Her right hand, just visible is held against the chest of the terrier who has front paws propped against the window edge, and mouth open with tongue lolling out. A man sits in the driver’s seat, both hands resting on the steering wheel. His face is seen in profile. He’s glancing over at the girl and dog with a worried expression. Moon roof is open and displays a starry view of outer space. The driver’s side window shows darkness with streaks of slight. The middle panel between the front seats shows glowing lights where the gear shift would be.

“Captain’s log…we are passing through the waterfalls of Zarqlok.”  Meena placed a finger on an empty space on the dashboard console, pretending to press a button.  A cascade of soapy water passed over the front hood of our car.

“Of what-lock?” I asked.

She glanced over at me, then faced forward again.  “D.A.D. unit appears to be malfunctioning.”

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Angel at the Carnival

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Digital drawing. Two figures at center. Left, a toddler boy wearing overalls with a patch at the chest bearing an image of the hand-horns sign. The boy’s right hand is outstretched and is conjuring a cloud of cotton candy. His other arm is bent at his side. Right, an animal that appears to be half-dog and half-fish. The dog-like body is sitting up. The fish-like head is turned to the side with mouth open, displaying piranha teeth and a pointy outstretched tongue. The creature’s eyes are red. It has a long tail bearing fins, ending in a caudal fin. The creature wears a studded collar with a tag that reads “Angel.” Behind them is the hazy shape of a Ferris wheel with glowing lights.

“I know what it looks like to most, but he’s actually quite friendly.”

The woman named Irina laughed and tipped her head toward the toddler picking dehydrated marshmallows out of his cereal.  “I could say the same for him.”

She glanced down at Angel, who lowered his head and kept his mouth closed, trying to appear as harmless as was possible for him.  Angel was born of a dog, but he was…different. 

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