Conditional Reality

Porchlight Thumprint read some good reviews of a house a few blocks from her apartment. Raw and powerful, said one reviewer. It will change your view of humanity, said another. Porchlight walked to the house. She was relieved to see no line at the door. She dropped her money in the bowl by the front steps and went inside. The parents were having an argument about what to do with their pregnant teenage daughter. Porchlight sat on a chair and listened. This is going to be good, she thought. She reached for the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table.