Flintkote
Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 52
“How did she learn to sail like that?” He said. “She’s four.”
So ... we ... the three of us ‘explained’ that she was family and what family knows they all know. You can imagine the looks that got. Very much like the look you’re getting. Yup. Just like that.
So ... Tyche took him to the computer and showed him the opinions of Freud, Jung, and Lacan. She’s four. Her spelling was correct. The search engines didn’t change her submissions. As she was explaining that this passage or that paragraph meant ... he gave up.
Not exactly gave up ... he bowed down to superior intellect.
“So ... you’re ALL like that?”
Head bobs all round ... with the newborns waving hands and feet.
“Them too?”
More wood bird heads bobbing in water glasses and waving babies.
“You guys are dangerous.”
And more acknowledgment.
“Care to see just HOW dangerous?” I asked.
“Umh,” He said.
“JW,” I said, “What do you think?”
“The portal?”
“Yup,” I said. “It’s only fifteen minutes.”
“Lieutenant, are you bored? The same idiots day after day?”
JW said, “Mel means really bored.”
I said, “Do you miss adventure?”
“I’ve been bored since I stopped participating in the SCA.”
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