In Charter Hills…
… the day time stood still.
Headless.
Daily Archives: December 20, 2024
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“So we next have a big juicy red jewel to insert between the already placed green and blue (insert). There.”
“So no more info for the red one of our continuing saga,” I theorized, knowing Bill had placed the green and blue jewels in the book cover *before* telling their stories.
“No. You invoked the yellow one who lies beyond red and you both drove away from each other, him down to the flatter lands from which he came with his beautiful wife [delete name] and you to your much closer mountain paradise currently devoid of your own beautiful spouse who was in England at the time, soon to be in Avebury. Ave-bury.”
“Yeah (sigh). I know.”
“You *will* return. Center of the world.”
“I know. Hopefully I will. I desire to return and I guess that makes it possible.”
“You *will*… return,” Bill Giant emphasized, drawing the last jewel out of the matching brown bag that came with the book. “Now: yellow. I’m going to go ahead and insert it since I have my hand on it already. Hold on (!); we’re almost there.”
“What about the other holes on the other side of that center circle?” I thought to ask.
“Those will be filled with the anti-jewels that will be provided by the system itself. No need to worry about that.”
“Cool, I suppose.”
“It is (!). The last part, on *our* end, is the activation stone in the middle. We’ll talk about that after our stories, 4 in number, are done. Let’s continue…”
(to be continued)
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He spied the 4 colored lines running parallel to each other and knew he was in the right place.
Now to figure out which color was *correct* for the next selection. Train lines, Philip Strevor originally thought…
… until passing yet another poster advertising The Bleeder and realized it was not green, not blue, not even yellow he needed, but red, as in dripping oozing cow blood red. Not a train line but good enough, yum.
He exits the train station and resets his course to the nearest Burger Shot for a quickie meal. Maybe even hold up the place so he won’t have to buy it, ha.
“What’s *he* doing here??” utters Grant Price the janitor as he watches him exit his taxi and walk toward the door he’s cleaning.
Collision, I’m assuming. Of realities. Might be human blood here soon to go along with the cow.
(to be continued?)
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