Copyright May 1996 Katherine Phelps
<muse@glasswings.com.au>
Cyberspace, man what a concept. I had been surfing around the Web, cruising around the Sensemedia Sprawl, having a private talk channel with Bit-buster and Phongo (nothing like hypertrance-portation) when this lemming with no concept of personal space came busting through the walls of my, like, abode and made a dash behind the old couch I'd found.
Faster than it takes to press ctrl-alt-delete I hear a knock on the door. Phongo was raving on about some choice piggy babe he'd been having TinySex with, and I didn't want to miss a detail, so it took me awhile to answer the knock. "I'll get there," I shouted at whoever was on the other side of the door.
I wander over and take a peek through the peep hole and what the "F" do I see? A huge gaping maw sucking in air, then in one explosive rush blowing the house down. Chris-on-a-stick it was some monster of a wolf coming to eat me no doubt. I stared at him and he stared at me with his huge dripping eyes, huge dripping nose and huge dripping mouth, and before he could open his mouth again I went instant scramways.
