Lost World of the Wends (64)

‘What about the boy, Friedrich?’ Nathan asked.
Amie shrugged. ‘He belongs here.’
‘With that nut you call Boris?’
Joseph looked Walter up and down. ‘Are you sure he’s not Boris?’
‘I’m not!’ Walter pouted. ‘I told you when I first saw you two back there, Boris impersonated me. The creep!’

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Rapid Disintegration

Dr Zwar with the Biar family watched on while Boris swallowed. Zwar imagined the pure bliss sliding down Boris’ throat. Or perhaps, not so pure bliss; the added extras, namely Borax, that had been included in this cream recipe. They stared at him like an audience of one of those foody shows he’d seen on a visit to Earth. He’d gone there with Boris to select the Mercedes.

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Monday Memories

“Grandma, can I excuse the table?” I asked.
Grandma chuckled. “You mean, be excused from the table, dear.”
I nodded and then pushed my chair from the old wooden table.
“Yes, you may, but don’t go too far,” Grandma said. “Go only to the end of the road and then you must turn back.”
“I will.”

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Lost World of the Wends (57)

Nathan, Walter and Friedrich arrived in The Mission just after dark.
The locals sauntering on the main road greeted Nathan with a dip of their heads. ‘What’s happening with the radio?’ Nathan asked.
‘Radio not working,’ they replied.
‘Though’ so. Spirits have cut radio waves, I reckon.’
‘Hmm, those spirits very busy lately.’
‘Bad Walter, again!’
‘Hmm, bad Walter.’

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