Read by Patsy Prince
I wanted to do one last crazy thing before I settled down and started popping out kids and painting the picket fence, so I thought I'd give the Museum of the Future a try. Space-tourism was kind of last decade, so when some acid casualty told me about the Museum at a loft party that Christmas, it sounded perfect. I thought about it hard for six months, then I kissed my sleeping husband Jack, took a Valium, got in the car and drove to the place the guy had mentioned.
If you would like to read the rest of this story, please check out Weird Lies, the recent Arachne Press anthology in which it, and many other fantastical stories from the League archives, appears.
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