Broken

“Kate,” requested her mother. “What do you see now?”

*Katy* listened to the patterns in her ears. “War, of course,” she answered shortly, then paused, hands on headphones.

“Do you see a Jellyfish? Or a Mermaid?” encouraged Tracy.

“Umm. Both!”

“Explain.”

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centering 03

“Mermaid? What the flying f-ck? We always called that the Jellyfish.”

“Just humor me, Uncle Bob.”

“Uncle Bob?”

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centering 02

Oops!

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centering

We better get back to the ‘X’.

He was dreaming of that creature again who lived at the bottom of the Blue Feather Sea. Olivia. With aspects of Tracy but also different. Obviously a mermaid, yes, but something else as well. Whale? He can’t quite put his finger on it. But — different. Unique, even.

Something about the patterns.

—–

The Mermaid it’s been called for many long years now, son,” spoke Uncle Barnacles to Craighead Phillips later on. “It’s why, it’s why…” He couldn’t finish his sentence. But Craighead could translate: It’s why he can’t remember what year it is, let alone century. Craighead tested him later. “17th?” UB ventured.

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back in Maebaleia…

“Ah ha. Finally found a use for that wearable pipe chair you gave me last Christmas.”

“Thanks for showing up Tracy. Like I said, I can’t find him anywhere. We were just scouting around the center of the continent, looking at places. We came here. I realized I had to go do something with the kid again and told him to just stay put till I got back. Then when I returned — and a long drive it was all the way from Pipersville — he’s not here. We talked about renting this house. Real cheap rent. In fact…”

“… it’s free,” finished his lover-on-the-side Tracy Austin. “I saw the sign outside. But this one is rented.”

“It’s in arrears,” he explains. “Just checking out the furniture.”

“Well I *hope* the real renter doesn’t come back.”

“He won’t. *They* won’t.” Second Life is so empty now, he thinks not for the first nor last time. Middle of continents — basically a wasteland.

“So dark in here,” complained Tracy Austin. “Can we get some light in this place? Will these blinds open?”

“Sure.” Craighead Phillips Option 01 touched the blinds to his side and back, automatically opening them.

Tracy Austin peered out. “What’s all this?”

Craighead Phillips Option 01 looked too. “I don’t know. Earth, I suppose.”

Interested, Tracy Austin moved toward the side window to take a closer look at something.

“2701 Bland Road,” she recited, then turned back toward Craighead. “This place got a computer?”

“No, but there’s one down at the office. I spotted it while trying to get out of this town the first time.”

“Do you have a key?” Both laughed at this.

—–

“Well. Is it there? Did you find it?”

“Just a moment,” Tracy Austin requested while still typing away. Then: “Ahh. *Bingo*.” She indicated the screen. “There it is. The same sign.

That’s where he is!”

Craighead Phillips Option 01 put hand to lip. “Jeepers I guess we’ll have to go in after him, then. I can’t exist, I don’t suppose, without Option 02.”

“*You’re* going in. I’m staying here with Katy. If something happens to you I’ll tell her you went away. To France.”

“Uh, I’m not going without a gun. I’ve heard stories…”

“Alright, Uncle Bob has a gun. We’ll go see him first. Then you’ll say goodbye to Katy. Hopefully not for the last time.”

“I know you’re joking…”

“I am?”

“Things use to be better between us.”

“Listen, Craighead. Craighead Phillips Option *01*. We gave you The Freedom, all you wanted. Blue Feather Sea, patterns. Astrologers around every corner. *Everyone* knows their sign. No chance involved in the playing of dice or cards. Freedom — Katy and I. Yet you still hang around with your other family.”

“My *actual* family,” Craighead Phillips corrected, not helping the situation.

“Alright.” Tracy Austin got up from the computer table. “Alright if it’s going to be like this I have a confession. I’ve been seeing someone else. A sailor of the Blue Feather Sea. Older man, admittedly, but I think it’s something real. We may even…”

“Get married?” Craighead was incredulous. “How old?”

“50, 55. Maybe 60. He’s *cool*. He has a good sense of humor. He’s built like a soldier and swears like a pilot. Katy’s met him, but she doesn’t know the circumstances. Yet.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t I?”

(to be continued?)

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greener pastures 03

Bland Street now, thinks Craighead Phillips Option 02 while walking past an auto repair shop. Not Bland Road any more. But what’s wrong with that sign? All squiggly and stuff. Melted somehow? Better keep walking and not linger, though. It is what it is. Crazy world over here.

I have no reflection! he suddenly realized. Not real in this realm. But somehow: still real. He keeps moving forward.

He decides to ask someone else to check the first source. “Excuse me, sir? Am I on the right street to get to the center of town?”

“Stay away from me,” the man getting in his car barked. “No cash. No cash!”

Craighead Phillips Option 02 wisely moves on without an answer.

—–

I’m not even going to ask this woman where I am, he thinks. I can tell by the look in her eyes she’s not going to help, pheh. Stupid world.

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greener pastures 02

“Excuse me, sir? Sir?”

The Real Life man on the mower reluctantly halted his chores for a moment. “What is it, son?” he asked gruffly while the machine idled beneath him.

“I just came into town,” Craighead Phillips Option 02 decided to venture. “I’m looking for the center.”

“Center of town?” the man asked rhetorically. “Keep following this road.” He pointed down the street Craighead Phillips used to migrate realities. “Can’t miss it.” He then revved his mower up and commenced his chores. Only 1 hour before supper, he thought while moving away. And this Bozo threatened to make it even later!

—–

HONK HONK. Another mower. HONK. Traffic’s pretty heavy on this road. Better move over to the sidewalk, hmph.

The man said keep on going straight so I’ll keep on going straight.

This could take a while, though.

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