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A Peculiar Party ~ Part Eight March 29, 2013

Posted by nrhatch in Fiction, Magick & Mystery, Word Play.
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“Now we just need to figure out the WHO and the WHY of it all . . . and we’ll be half-way home.”

I stood up, stretched, and sensed the immediate loss of equilibrium.

I stepped away from Freddie.

The feeling lessened but did not disappear.

“Man, Freddie.  The vibrations coming off of you are intense.”

Freddie nodded.  “Any time you step off Flipper, you’ll lose his insulating protection.”

Hearing his name, Flipper eyed me, arched his back, flicked his tail, and jerked his head.  “You’re their only hope, Obi Wan Kenobi.  You’d best stay aboard.”

“Aye, aye, Captain!”

Giving Flipper a mock salute, I swung one leg over, and sat back down.

Once the brain fog lifted, I leaned forward, and whispered into Flipper’s ear.

Freddie raised his eyebrows at me.

I returned his raise with a wink.  “I told him that close friends call me Yoda.”

My stomach growled.  I decided I did not want to grab sustenance from the magic fountain.

“Freddie, I need something to eat.  And time to think.”

“Of course.  Of course.  I’m sorry.  I’ll get Teddy to . . . ”  He stopped himself, realizing the impossibility of what he had started to say.

“Never mind.  I’m going to head to Fifth Avenue.  And poke around a bit.  What restaurant did you say you were headed to that night?”

IMGP3543b“The Wind in the Willows, 793 Fifth Avenue.”

“Good food?”

“The best.”

“Okay.  I’ll be back in a couple of hours and we can pick up where we left off.”

To be continued . . .  

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