A Visitor
C haracters are supposed to stay in those nice little boxes we create for them. At the very least, they ought to stay in their books. They aren’t supposed to be able to escape Fantasia, but somehow one did. I suppose it shouldn’t surprise me. If there was ever a character of mine who could do such a thing, it would be Sara. Last week, I sat down with a couple of other protagonist s and we had a discussion, but Sara wasn’t very happy when I left, but I pushed that aside. That is, until Sara showed up in my office to talk to me. ”We’ve got to talk,” she said. I pushed back my chair and looked at her. It isn’t often that a figment of my imagination shows up like that. ”Talk away,” I said. ”I want to know about you trying to kill me off.” I didn’t try to kill you off,” I said. “Not exactly.” ”But you said…” ”Let me explain,” I said. “I didn’t know you very well when I was considering that. I was still looking at the stor...