“Did you see that turtle, Cory?”
“I sure did, Eckert.”
“I wonder what Austin would think of it?”
“Probably try to read it like an Oracle.”
Wise words from just a pair of kids in an airport terminal full of real and make-believe planes.
The turtle was dragged down into a ditch running beside the terminal by a woman almost half its size. C and E (as they like to call themselves) witnessed it all from the big side windows. Was this possible? Ditch water?
Oh, I forgot I was suppose to cut back on the questions here.
Ditch, though. A ditch had been dug in Collagesity shortly after it moved back to the Nautilus continent on its former land. Was… I mean, we could speculate this was also a water ditch. Or maybe a ditch that a pipeline would be laid in for a cleaner, purer source of the H2O.
When Austin joined the fun later, they decided to unite their efforts in understanding this turtle and what it meant for their future.
“I was all like *blublublu* and shaking like a leaf… look, Delta, I’m *still* shaking.
But the plane got to where it was suppose to be, thank Gods in heaven. Or at least the passengers did.”
Cafe attendant Delta Cedaredge asked discombobulated flight tracker Jen Saunders if she was going to stand there all day jabbering or if she actually wanted something, because he had other customers, like the shadowy man standing just behind her. Shadow Man we’ll call him. Delta had seen all this before, every day. Passengers taking off from the terminal without a plane. He knew the turtle was behind it — and behind him. He lived in that ditch with the unclean water back there, just waiting to come out and scare his customers. “You sir, behind the lady.” He couldn’t wait. “What’ll it be?”
“Just a glass of boiled water please.” See what I mean?