Deal 1388 Preview

The path: fork, Grace, Birdcage, butter knife, Lantern, axe, and tea


Deal 1379: Lit

The stick was just sitting there, but when I picked it up, I heard a quiet growling noise.

I put it down.

The growl stopped.

I couldn’t just let it lie there, so the battle of minds between owner and cat got underway.

The stick had a string with a feather bob on it. The cat was attached to the feathers, and unwilling to let go of his prey. He clearly knew that anyone picking up the stick was going to attempt to take the prey.

As the game continued, my gaze wandered among the knickknacks collected where they were safe from the cat. A plasma ball. A line of Hummels. A magic eight ball. And in its own alcove, a lava light. The slow circulation of the waxy goo was hypnotic. It drew the eye and held it there while the background music (and the cat) did their work.

The cat was still growling.

The door opened, and one ear twitched as if to confirm that the right person had arrived.

He was dressed slightly oddly, as if as displaced in time as his tchotchkes, but his suit was also somewhat threadbare and worn.

The he held his hands out in seemingly empty space, and the most hauntingly beautiful music appeared. The slightest wiggles of his fingers were translated into audible liquids that washed over us.

Even the cat seemed impressed.

But not enough to let go of the stick.


Deal 1372: Swinging in the dark

The plan seemed like a good idea at the time. Fell a tree at night, when it isn’t nearly as hot out. All it would take is some time, a few lanterns, and a sharp axe. And the ability to use the axe, of course.

We marked a likely tree with a blaze in daylight, then tried to come back after dark to fell it.

We didn’t reckon on how different the forest is at night. Lantern light just highlights all the hazards without lighting enough of the surroundings to find your way. We must have walked in circles for hours looking for the blaze.

Eventually, we gave up and tried to find our way back to the farm. By that point, however, we had crossed a ridge line without quite noticing, and had no idea where we were. We lost the axe head somewhere along the way when it got hooked on some undergrowth. And we almost walked off the edge of a gully before the sound of running water from below caused us to stop and look.

We never did find out if actually felling the tree would be easier in the dark.

But given everything the forest did to prevent us from trying, I bet it would not be as smart as it seemed by daylight!


Deal 1330: Red lights

Walk in The Dreamlands 18:
Gentleman, Certainty, dog, Loyalty, Lantern, Baseness, Wisdom

The bell rang. There were men at the door, men I’d never seen before. They simply walked in as if they owned the place. What could I do, I’m not sure who I am, if I belong here, or where here is, exactly.

The bell rang. There were more men at the door. This was getting odd. Why was I answering the door and ignoring the men who rang the bell?

The bell rang. I opened the door and left, completely ignoring the men on the doorstep.

I was pretty sure this was the right thing to do.

The bell rang. But there is no door. It was a very zen sort of bell.

The dog beside me wagged its tail and drooled.

I stared at the dog.

It stared at me.

I don’t own a dog. A dog doesn’t own me. I think.

The bell rang in the distance.

The lantern above the door was red. That was supposed to mean something. There were other buildings on the street with red lights above their doors. It was almost as if this was a themed district, the sort of place where for no apparent reason every business re-opens after dark with a red light.

The bell rang.

The bell rang.

The bell rang.

I threw my alarm clock across the room. The cat at the foot of the bed was staring at me.

I felt guilty, but I don’t know why.