THE BALLAD OF TRIXIE BIKER
| My name is Jane Jasper. I'm twenty-five years old, and I hate my life. |
My job sucks, my social life is non-existent, and my mother won't stop going on about My Sister The Success Story. |
| But all that changed when I found a six-inch GoGo Pixie, battered and bleeding, in the park. |
I couldn't save her, but with her dying breath, Pixie-True changed my life forever. |
| I don't know if she granted my fondest wish, shared the last of her mojo, or whatever.But that futile act of charity was rewarded in ways I couldn't begin to imagine. |
It took some getting used to. |
| So things don't seem so bad, now.Aided and abetted by Pixie-Blue, Pixie-Dew, and Dixie the Superbike, I've found new purpose in life. |
My name is Jane Jasper. I'm twenty-five years old, I'm a superhero, and I love it. |
Defending Deva City against crime, injustice,
and the stifling ennui of modern life, you can call me
TRIXIE BIKER © M. P. CRAIG 2007