This was Special Challenge Champion at Finish That Thought.
“Stumbling out of the back alley, she noticed blearily that she was missing her hat. There was only emptiness and a cool breeze where it should be. She reached up to touch her naked head, and realized…her head was gone.”
“She couldn’t be moving around if her head was gone,” Anne said. She hadn’t looked up from her newspaper once during the story and Belle was sick of her attitude.
“She’s supernatural now, don’t you get it? The rest of the story has her wandering the Earth as a zombie, trying to replace her brain, but she can’t eat brains because she has no teeth. It’s a tragedy.”
“It certainly is,” Anne said.
“I know you’re implying something, but I’m going to ignore it.”
“What are you reading, anyway?” Anne’s eyes finally stopped scanning the sports, or weather, or whatever.
Belle handed her the magazine.
“Fish Tank weekly?”
“The title of the magazine implies that we’re all stuck in a prison like a fish tank, until we can break free and travel amongst the stars. It’s mostly sci-fi,” Belle said.
“Why does a sci-fi magazine have a zombie story in it?”
“In the dramatic conclusion, she gets turned into a toad by a star witch, and shot into outer space in a cannon.”
Anne shook her head in a disapproving fashion.
“It’s literature,” Belle insisted.
“They paid me fifty bucks!”
Belle gave up. Years ago they’d played astronauts together, but Anne had apparently grown out of her imagination. She might always be too down-to-Earth for Belle’s continuing adventures. Belle snatched the magazine from Anne’s hands and turned her back.
“Hey,” Anne said. “I liked the part about the radioactive onions.”
“Yeah. You’ve got some real talent.”
Maybe they’d never play astronauts again, but they would always be sisters.