The Broken Watch
Copyright© 2015 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 11
The Broken Watch: 11.
"Yup, that's me. The All-Mother," she said, grinning.
"Pleased to meet you, Sekhmet. Do I bow, grovel or shake your hand?" I asked.
A background chorus of gasps, sharp inhalations of breath, shorting through nostrils and other displays of huffiness accented our conversation.
"Hel, it's enough that you know who I am."
"I know what you can do, too," I said.
"But you're not afraid?"
"Nope, I know you're going to do what you want to me, with me, or for me and I can't do a thing about it."
"You're right, and don't you forget it."
"Oh, I won't," I said.
"You want to go home so you can go back to work?"
"Yes and no, ma'am. I'm probably in fairly serious trouble at work but mom left me a pile and I work because its my civic duty and I like my job, mostly ... but I don't have to work. The second reason is that short redheaded fireball in there recovering."
"You love her," Sekhmet said.
"Umh ... I guess," I said. "That's something I need to wrap my tongue around and see how it tastes ... in a manner of speaking," I thought about it for a second and spoke up, "I'm mopey without her, I'm too old or too young depending., I like looking at her and she's smart. Smart is more important than looks."
"Yup ... you're in love. In case you're wondering ... she'd love for you to wrap your tongue around a couple three places. You figure heavily in her dreams and she loves it when you tell her stories and think she can't hear ... but she does."
"That's good to know," I said.
"Now ... lesson time. It's 22000 ... give or take a few hundred solar circles. In 2290 or as close as anyone can guess, life on earth stopped. It was hoped by the Council that the planet had recovered. It hasn't ... doesn't look like it will ... ever. Come on up here and let me show you."
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