she took off her gloves and laid them on the seat...
and as she did so, she caught the glimmer of something 'sparkling'
behind the seat....
not the glint of 'coin', mind you...
but a kind of ethereal sparkle...
violet in nature...
yet somehow translucent....
as she reached for it,
she had the odd feeling that her life was about to change...
it was an envelope...
not a regular, paper envelope...
but a kind of pouch made of sparkle and 'light'....
there was a zipper...
she tried to open it, but it was stuck..
the thing in her hands made her palms sweat...
it was HOT...
very hot...
and something was moving inside this sparkly pouch...
it looked and felt the way a baby looks while still inside the mother...
sort of 'undulating'...
perhaps she should say something to the driver...
after all, there was something very weird going on here...
WHY deal with this alone?
it could be terrorism or ....who knew?
she looked up...
the driver had a turban on...
odd... she hadn't noticed that before...
he was smoking a pipe...it smelled like clove and Cinnamon....
the taxi, in fact, was FILLED with the spicy smoke...
OH< MY GOD !!!
they didn't seem to be in New York any more !!!
what on earth was going on here ????
(stay tuned)...
