by Jamie McKenzie These stories were written in the winter of 1992-93 while living on Nantucket Island.
Marilyn places an ad in the dating personals and finds the results intriguing.
When the driver smiled in a provocative, friendly way as she roared by with long blond hair streaming behind, he had accelerated to stay with her. It was innocent!
She first noticed him boarding - or trying to board - the commuter flight taking her home to the island. He seemed lost, confused, virtually disoriented and, most probably, senile.
"Tell it to a perfect stranger!" became the motto for the VIRTUAL THERAPY exchangeries which had popped up across the city like the nail salons of the late '80s. Exchangeries, though, were usually located in what used to be bank lobbies. Banks were perfect once you ripped out the junk where the employees used to stand or work.