Watching the Glitter Swirl
pair of neon lips- It was a baby boy
- to help a frantic man
- Even your fingernails
- logical career path
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Watching the glitter swirl down the shower drain in my luxurious private accommodations, I tried to imagine where I would be had I followed a logical career path after the Academy, or if I had never gone there at all. There are those who believe that your destiny is written into every part of your body, “Even your fingernails,” they would say, and to those people my musings would be misguided. To them, there never was any other possible course for my life.
The spiraling trail of glitter (how much of this stuff did they smear on me?) became a hypnotic galaxy as my mind frantically tried to fit all the pieces of my life together. But no mandala has ever been able to help a frantic man come to grips with his circumstances.
In the end, I came to understand the reason why I allowed myself to end up in so many bizarre predicaments. It was a baby boy, and his twin sister, and the several other infants who called me father. Well, they would when they started talking. Yes, fatherhood had become my reason for everything, trying to create good things for my children. Did it really make sense, then, for me to accept this assignment to a remote outpost? What was Fleur up to?
When I emerged from the spa-like washroom in my quarters, I found that a whole new uniform had been laid out for me, with a note tacked to it.
“General: this is your attire for tonight. As you have probably never presided over a Spring Scampering before, there will be someone ready to prompt you at the appropriate times. However, you should be on the lookout for counter-agents who might try to lead you astray. Take your cues only from the person wearing a pair of neon lips.”
bonus points for using them in reverse order