Big Bee was packing…
“Haruppa,” said Teigue-the-Fool.
“Trunks,” said Big Bee carefully placing a mental tick on his list…
“The Myceneans,” continued Teigue doing likewise.
“Goggles,” went on Big Bee…
“The Tang, Shang, Hang and Yuwen Dynasties,” countered Teigue.
“Snorkel,” laughed Big Bee, recalling much happier times…
“And the Mayans!” finished Teigue with something of a flourish.
“What about them?” asked Big Bee, finally acknowledging the somewhat cryptic utterances of his advisor in chief.
“They’re all empires which collapsed when things got colder,” said Teigue, with a sly grin flicking the edges of his thin mouth.
“Well, I’m counting on a little sunshine, for the next six weeks at least,” smiled Big Bee.
“Don’t forget these,” said Teigue waving wood and cat-gut at him.
“Ah, princess tippy-toes she, erm, she doesn’t play tennis,” grimaced Big Bee with no little regret.
“They’re snow-shoes,” said Teigue-the-Fool, quietly…
A Questionable Science:
Love and Death in the Time of COVID
by Stuart France and G. Michael Vasey
‘The Gallows and Gibbet Inn’, proclaimed the sign, which singular nominal ought really to have aroused, if not my shackles then, at least my suspicions.
Too late, Anu was already tugging me over the threshold into the warmth, and the light, and the sound of voices, and music…
…They were all in there!
Black Jack Davey… Teigue-the-Fool… The Miller’s Son… The Sorcerer’s Apprentice… H.R.H. the Lord of the Elements, and one-hundred-and-one other far less savoury characters.
Most of them in their cups. Reprobates all! And what a tale they had to tell.
If you have ever wondered why all the public houses are shut.
You had better pull up a chair…