And that, oddly enough, was exactly the point. The End. Or possibly the beginning. It depends on when you’re reading this.
Jenny’s first thought was very practical: I’m going to be late for dinner. Her second thought was less practical: I wonder if they serve dessert here. jennys odd adventure
Jenny shuddered. Even she knew that was unnatural. And that, oddly enough, was exactly the point
Glitch agreed, clapping its tiny hands. Time snapped back into place. The hedge returned to being a hedge. Jenny walked home, opened her front door, and smelled—meatloaf. Again. But this time, it was Wednesday. That was enough. It depends on when you’re reading this
“You made me turn left into a hedge,” Jenny said flatly.
“Why me?” Jenny asked.
From that day on, Jenny had two lives: her ordinary one (school, dinner, 1,247 steps) and her odd one (Thursdays with Glitch, the tree librarian, and the occasional vending machine purchase of Tangy Regret). She never told anyone about the Slightly Adjacent. Not because it was a secret, but because, as she often thought, some adventures are better when no one believes you.