flying invisible lulu

the optometrist is two beaches away but i need to get there as i've broken the wing off my glasses. i'm hurrying across the sands with all the speed i can muster, but the sand clogs my pace. it occurs to me that i can fly or walk across the water. scot looks at me as though i've really lost my marbles this time, and refuses to follow as i skip lightly over the waves which seem to freeze in my path like grey-blue translucent stone. i fly the rest of the journey, pleasantly buoyant buffeted by the salted breeze as i land softly at the compound.

the place is closed until tomorrow but i must fix my spectacles, so i creep around the side of the building, startled by the sights and sounds of four giant Rottweilers straining at taut leashes, eyes glowing with red and green unnatural light, danger- jaws gleaming and bubbling with ropes of thick saliva. luckily i have the ability to will myself invisible, and my vanished body evaporates my scent to their dumb confusion. i slip inside and push the flimsy bolt to.

in the optometry room, i stupidly turn on the light alerting the authorities while i search for just that right screw for my glass wing. outside, a regiment is mustered, guns at the ready to fire on the intruder. invisible again, i slip outside banging the door loudly enjoying their bewilderment and fear...they believe in ghosts. however, the sergeant caught a glimpse of me, as i am sometimes transparently visible like an image etched on glass in certain lights, and yells with surprise "it's lulu! louise brookes"

i take off in haste, but my concentration isn't powerful enough and i cannot be invisible and fly at the same time. i am followed back to my beach by a corporal and, in order to distract him from the truth of my identity i appear to him in 1920's unde rwear, creamy satin bloomers and delicious corsetry. however, just when it seems i will be successful some gormless idiot comes along and says 'hello lisa bode of 3 bambra st lauderdale' DAMN.

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