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Black Flames, whole no. 1, January 1946
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"When I inadvertently sat on your lap, you mean," I chuckled. "What made you choose me for a friend?" "Oh, you seemed to enjoy horror pictures, the same as I do, and you're a girl about my age, and oh, I was just so intolerably lonely!" she wailed. "Shhh!" I warned. A few of the other occupants of the 'bus had overheard our conversation in undertone, and were glancing suspiciously in my direction. "Well!" I thought aloud. "Just wait until I tell my friends at the Los Angeles Science Fantasy Society that I met a real live invisible woman! They won't believe me, unless......say! That gives me an idea! You mentioned the collection of strange, unusual books you had, and your taste seems to run to this sort of thing...if you're so lonely, Roxana, why don't you join the L.A.S.F.S?" Swiftly, I outlined to her a description of the Society. "And they wouldn't mind your being invisible at all." I added. "They love fantastic things. Why, you'd be a tremendous asset to the Club. Besides, I'm trying to interest all the girls possible in Fandom, and recruit new feminine members." I was drawing close to my destination. Hastily, I jotted down the address of the Club and gave it to my invisible friend. I felt the paper snatched from my hand; It disappeared, and Roxana hurriedly promised to come. "Don't be startled if the door should open and no one seems to be there, or if you should feel a touch on your shoulder. It'll only be me. Thanks for letting me ride with you, and for listening to my story." As I turned to go, my hand was clasped in a friendly farewell. As I walked up the aisle toward the door, I reflected that I should have been the one to thank Roxana for a very interesting (and unusual!) evening. The door slammed behind me, and with a roar the 'bus started up again, rapidly disappearing down the street. I waited a short time, thinking perhaps Roxana had followed me but there was no audible sign of her. The next morning, when I awoke, I wondered if my previous evening's adventures had been a hallucination caused by too much continuous reading of fantasy literature and attendance of horror pictures. Perhaps my earnest desire to augment the ranks of the L.A.S.F.S. with feminine members was the basis for this. But every time I attend an L.A.S.F.S. meeting, and the door swings back and forth with no apparent cause, or a book falls to the floor for no seeming reason, I always wonder if Roxana has at last decided to visit Bixel Street. -FINIS-
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"When I inadvertently sat on your lap, you mean," I chuckled. "What made you choose me for a friend?" "Oh, you seemed to enjoy horror pictures, the same as I do, and you're a girl about my age, and oh, I was just so intolerably lonely!" she wailed. "Shhh!" I warned. A few of the other occupants of the 'bus had overheard our conversation in undertone, and were glancing suspiciously in my direction. "Well!" I thought aloud. "Just wait until I tell my friends at the Los Angeles Science Fantasy Society that I met a real live invisible woman! They won't believe me, unless......say! That gives me an idea! You mentioned the collection of strange, unusual books you had, and your taste seems to run to this sort of thing...if you're so lonely, Roxana, why don't you join the L.A.S.F.S?" Swiftly, I outlined to her a description of the Society. "And they wouldn't mind your being invisible at all." I added. "They love fantastic things. Why, you'd be a tremendous asset to the Club. Besides, I'm trying to interest all the girls possible in Fandom, and recruit new feminine members." I was drawing close to my destination. Hastily, I jotted down the address of the Club and gave it to my invisible friend. I felt the paper snatched from my hand; It disappeared, and Roxana hurriedly promised to come. "Don't be startled if the door should open and no one seems to be there, or if you should feel a touch on your shoulder. It'll only be me. Thanks for letting me ride with you, and for listening to my story." As I turned to go, my hand was clasped in a friendly farewell. As I walked up the aisle toward the door, I reflected that I should have been the one to thank Roxana for a very interesting (and unusual!) evening. The door slammed behind me, and with a roar the 'bus started up again, rapidly disappearing down the street. I waited a short time, thinking perhaps Roxana had followed me but there was no audible sign of her. The next morning, when I awoke, I wondered if my previous evening's adventures had been a hallucination caused by too much continuous reading of fantasy literature and attendance of horror pictures. Perhaps my earnest desire to augment the ranks of the L.A.S.F.S. with feminine members was the basis for this. But every time I attend an L.A.S.F.S. meeting, and the door swings back and forth with no apparent cause, or a book falls to the floor for no seeming reason, I always wonder if Roxana has at last decided to visit Bixel Street. -FINIS-
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