Right over there he was. My greatest creation: Harrison Ford Jett. I’ll never get close enough to call him Harry, but *Jerry* might. What’s her name again now? he thinks, folding his arms behind his head in a mimicking action. Sally?
Bluebird, he remembered later, descended from Blackbird. And he was a whole band on the run. Perfection.
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“What does it say about this place? This: MO?”
“I’m reading…
“Says here it came from a plane.”
“Ooh?” Flying plane or esoteric plane? she was pondering. Because the latter would make more sense, given what just happened here. *Exchange*. It worked.
The Boos were back.
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“You’re Harrison Ford Jett aren’t you?”
“Maybe.” Harrison didn’t want to commit to this stranger on the hill. He’d seen this trick before.
“I think you are, sir. And I also believe this is yours.” He holds out the guitar. “I’m an artist, see? This isn’t mine.”
And indeed Harrison could play the guitar just beautifully.
—–
In a parallel world, Harrison watches Greg Ogden’s masterful strokes from afar and wishes he could paint.
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At 10 they were back inside. “You don’t know a lot about Bach, do you?”
“No,” admitted Harrison Ford Jett, getting weary of the magic now. About time for bed, he thought. But with her? It both excited and chilled him. What would she attempt *this* time? It was always a roulette wheel of love. “My knowledge of classical music basically starts with Beethoven, beyond Mozart, beyond Hayden. And, in fact, the same with rock music. Starts with Beatles, skipping over Elvis and Buddy Holly and the like.”
“John Lennon insisted that Beetles was spelled with an ‘a’. He was trying to forget the past. He was trying to forget the *parallel*.”
“Suppose so.” It was an interesting conversation for Harrison. Bluebird, his little chickadee, had “turned” smart again after the coffee incident. Maybe it was all the caffeine, he speculated. For *both* of us. Relax and float downstream, I guess. “John is Mahler, though. It’s obvious — the glasses.”
“It’s more complicated than that.” Bluebird decided she better start acting dumber again. She slows down the thoughts. 1 1/2 times now, 1, then 1/2. 1/2 usually does the trick. Not *too* slow.
—–
They were in bed now. Harrison was relieved to find the antics tonight were quite vanilla. Afterwards his neck hurt, though, giving indication that something was askew once more.
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“Whatcha writing?”
Like you’d like to know, witch, he was thinking. “Journal,” he said out loud.
“Oooh. I *love* journals. Can I read?”
His neck suddenly hurt, as if the mere mention of sharing something so personal with her caused him physical pain.
“Uhh. I don’t know. Maybe. Let me work on it some more.”
“Am *I* in it?”
Of course you’re in it, witch. I’m trying to figure out what you are (!). “Kind of,” he said to her. “It’s kind of fiction.”
“Role play, eh?”
“Er, not really.”
“Fiction, though.”
“Yeah.” He let her mull that over. Not role play but still fiction. What does that mean… witch?
—–
He paused to make some coffee. Then they sat outside and stared at the sea.
“I think this is the most romantic place we’ve ever been, Harrison. Can I call you… Harry yet?”
“No.” He was firm about no nicknames. Not until they were married, whenever that would be.
She cuddled against him. “But at least I don’t have to call you Harrison *Ford Jett* any more. Remember that (period)? First the Ford was dropped, then the Jett…”
“I recall.” Of course he remembered. He set the rules. Again he thought that maybe he wasn’t dated the brightest bulb in the drawer. But on that he was dead wrong. *This* was role play. She was doing it very well.
—–
By 8 they were down at the beach lounging about. “Funny, Harrison (she feigned a laugh here), how we (tee hee) can still see our coffees smoking on that patio up there. Strange, eh?”
Harrison didn’t say anything. Witchcraft plain and simple, he knew. This was a *warning.* Don’t talk about role play with me. He’d underestimated her. Why does he keep forgetting how powerful she really was? Must be another spell.
(to be continued?)
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