Flintkote
Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 20
Interesting times on the way to Montreal. As soon as the FedA Border Patrol realized that detaining the Flintkotes meant the birth of a NEW child and therefore ‘citizen’ they couldn’t get rid of them fast enough. Besides, the USA had ... not pardoned the kids ... exactly ... just had no reason to hold them ... and Tyche Selene was ... precocious ... and a lot of ... trouble ... and ... too damn clever for the ranking officers...
“Move ‘em on. They’re harmless.”
HA!
It wasn’t until Montreal was sliding slowly by that Surprise remembered something ... Montreal is a city ... but Montreal is an island and just past the west end of the island is the Ottawa River ... and the Ottawa River is two things. The Ottawa River is the waterway to Ottawa the city ... and Ottawa the city is in the Princessapality ... and she had friends in Ottawa.
“Hard a starboard,” I said. “Coming about.”
“Going someplace, Surprise?” asked Cora Jo, the helmsman and our Physicist.
“Yup. Ottawa.”
On a map ... a map of Canada ... when Canada was Commonwealth ... Ottawa is a hop, skip and a jump up the Ottawa River. But up close and personal, Ottawa is a ‘fuck o dear’ of a long side trip ... an excursion. A deviation from a destination.
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