In That Moment

  • by Kentmy one single concern
  • doesn’t even know who her brother is
  • sound like someone slapping an elephant in the ribs with a slightly smaller elephant
  • in tall green letters
  • making animal sounds

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In that moment of altruism, my one single concern truly was for the emotional well-being of the children. But I quickly realized that nothing in Mother’s salacious little speech would make any sense to people so young. She’d done them no harm, so far. But I knew from personal experience that being a child around her was not the safest situation.

I also knew that she wasn’t going to listen to me. So I decided to appeal to John instead. After all, it had been a long time since that harpoon incident. “That woman will be the death of you,” I called out, my medals clinking. “She acts like she’s got it all under control, but she doesn’t even know who her brother is selling secrets to.”

“I don’t have a brother,” Mother told him flatly. “And it’s time for the first dance.”

The band had been setting up this whole time. But, evidently, not tuning up. They all slammed into action at once, producing a sound like someone slapping an elephant in the ribs with a slightly smaller elephant that was connected to numerous amplifiers. On the bass drum I saw their name in tall green letters, but it was a shade of green that I had never learned to read. One of them grabbed a microphone and started making animal sounds. I scanned the faces around me, trying to determine if this was real or if I had been drugged again.

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