|
Sara goes up to the clerk. "Excuse me, sir. Sir?"
The clerk looks first at the wall, then the ceiling, and at last his eyes
direct themselves strabismicaly at her. "Do what?" he says.
"Uh--we're kind of lost, so could you please tell us where we are and
what's around here?"
-
"Sure, miss."
-
"Do what?"
-
"Walls am grass purple are keykey ungle twa waaa--gaaaaaah?"
-
"I'd kind of like to know the answer to that myself."
-
"Gonna buy sumthin'?"
-
"I'm wearin' new underwears!"
-
"Yer in Crackerdew County."
-
"Do I look like a theologian, miss? Or a physicist?"
-
"You're in the Not-Then, ma'am. The Not-Where is east of here, where the sky meets the heart, and the Then-How is west, where the twin suns merge into one..."
-
The lazy-eyed bastard just stares at her, his mouth gaping..
Add New Option
Go Back
View Forward Story Tree
View Back Story Tree
|