The Odd Thing
Copyright© 2023 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 2
“Thanks.” Voice in my head.
“For what?” My voice.
“Pest Control.” Head ... but ears too.
Since the voice seemed friendly I asked.
“Where am I?”
“Here.”
“I noticed ... it’s not where I was.”
“Where was you?”
“Chicago.”
“What is that?”
UhOh.
“Chicago is a city.”
“A what?”
“City.”
“What?”
“A city is a collection of people working toward a common goal and living in harmony with each other.”
“What goal?”
“To grow barley.”
“To what end?”
“To brew beer.”
“I see ... the transition from hunter-gather to farmers.”
“Yes ... wait...”. A general muse and pause as I mulled over a ‘lightbulb moment.’ A snap of fingers. “I have it ... you read my mind.”
“The pictures in your mind.”
“The words?”
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