Mark wrote:
> Fan fiction:
>
> In an alternate universe another Liz is chain-smoking on her break
> during 2nd shift at the Dorsett Two Twenty One Truck Stop, a few miles
> south of Austin on the I-35. A manager who looks vaguely Lance
> Armstrong (he is actually Lance's cousin and has hated Lance for years
> because of his success) is staring at her through the window in the
> door leading to the kitchen, pondering the growing curve of her belly
> beneath her smock and how Liz's smoking has already begun to age her.
> He has a wife at home and he knows soon he's going to have to come
> clean about it all. That or pay for a solution.
>
> Liz stubs her cigarette and for a moment a flicker of a dream that
> died somewhere around age 25 passes through her head. The wind in her
> hair; the adoring fans; the exotic European men; the adulation. Liz
> pats the bulge. She's already named it Lance Tyler George Hatch. Maybe
> it will happen for him, she thinks. Maybe. For him.
>
More, please.