Again?
Copyright© 2016 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 8
“The rules,” said the Seven.
Fuck! I thought.
“You keep out of this,” they said.
“Yeah,” said Wendy.
I stuck my tongue out and shot her a raspberry. I got one in return.
“Twenty two thousand years in the future,” they said.
“Really?” I asked.
“Yes ... but ONLY twenty two thousand in the future,” they said.
“What, exactly, does that mean?” I asked.
“You can’t do tomorrow,” they explained.
“Shit!”
“As far back as you want ... no limits,” they said. “Although, as you might have figured out through your little experiment, the past can have unexpected consequences.”
“I see ... saw...” I said.
They did it again.
“Marjorie Daw,” they sang.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
So, they finished it:
See-saw, Margery Daw,
Sold her bed and lay on the straw;
Sold her bed and lay upon hay
And pisky came and carried her away.
For wasn’t she a dirty slut
To sell her bed and lie in the dirt?
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