Flintkote
Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 9
When Tyche came through the door, Ceiling could smell and taste the mouthful she was chewing. Now, you need to know that ‘something new’ was one of the highlights of Ceiling’s existence. Soviet Russians were an unknown commodity, and the new Russian Federation hadn’t started sending Russian heroes ... yet. Going by the old adage, “Beasts of the field feed. Men eat. The gentleman of distinction dines.” Ceiling had NO idea what the Russian heroes liked to eat.
The run of the mill English speaking Hero had proven to be a meat and potatoes kind of feeder. “It’s what WE are used to,” they said.
Here was a flavor he’d never imagined, and now a combination of flavors that astonished our master of culinary arts and sciences ... and a four year old girl did it.
Ceiling drooled. Of course, his repair party was still on the way so ... the drool leaked out the holes caused by the fallen tiles.
Dis- gus- ting!
“EWW!” said everybody ... and while the party of the first part was retching, the party of the kidnapped part ... Cassie (orphan) Flintkote made good her escape through the Flintkote boat portal.
“Cassie!” exclaimed Zoe and Cynthia.
Of course there ensued the standard hugging and air-kissing. Once properly greeted and cosseted, there came the question, “Where are our husbands?”
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