Not the regular Saturday part lll

[mudshark]

We sat down in front of the counter with the girl behind it. We had a chair each.
The woman kept looking at me for a while, when she really should be saying hi. As if I was some kind of a squid, man. She suddenly smiled like the almighty:
- Are you?…and is that your son?
- Tee! You work here?!
- Jøss! Well I be damned…
- yeah this is Seb. Seb, meet the prettiest girl of my childhood! Tee.
She wore a red west over her… shirt. White. The west was wide. But not annoyingly. It came forth, but not across the keyboard. Enough about the west.
Kid still kept quiet witch was a god damn miracle in it self. I could sense his hyperactivity on the floor. The foot machine was on.
- So, she said, lowering her shoulders, where to?
- well, you know…
- Scotland!
The bubble was busted.
- he looked at me with a lame expression and a smile that said: “ops…“ I had the teacher grin from 1372.
- That’s way to early, man. You need to keep’em hangin’ for a while.
She laughed but tried to be professional about it, and asked about any special location.
- Loch Ness!
- now, look here, captn! We havent talked about it you see, really, I muttered her way.
- so will it be just the two of you or?…
She still had the same rosy cheeks. Her hair a bit shorter but still with a vagrant temper. Furs from her eyes. New lines on the Forehead.
I loved that shirt. I really did. I pulled my eyes of it.
- yeah. Its just us. Me and him.
- u-hmm.
- so… north or south?
- North of the south is fine.
- yess! The kid said. We da MCcloads!
I had told him about the Scandinavian ancestors of the highland.
- Isle of sky! I bursted. Just to say it before him.
- that’s romantic, she said.
- been there?
- will you have a hotel or…?
- nah, we bringing a tent.
The kid nearly fell of his chair.
- You are on your own, poppy.
The grown ups laughed as the sarcasm slowly sunk in to the young mind, soon even he took part in the hilariousness of my wit.
- so, you live with your son?
- hell, yeah. Who do you live with?
- I,…
- I’m going across the street to the… stoneshop. Kid got up and pulled his hood in place.

How many years?
About 25? I asked.
I got three kids myself.
You look like you… didn’t. I mean. you could actually have more. You know what I mean.
Youre singel, allright…

We decided on Skye. The limit. The end of the world. Where single men roam the heather. The land of the forgotten Gods.

And so the afternoon ends. It wasn’t so exiting after all, was it? Got you readn though.
It’ll be better after a while. I just need to get out. Get some inspiration, huh?

Thanx for looking my way for a second, anyway.
Part lV will follow the summer, from the prairie wagons going west, southbound on an aeroplane. fiddling down moors on a whitebreasted hog. wayving the freak flag of our second prime. on the bonny banks of our Clan. It’ ll be better. I hope.


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[panta rhei]

encounter across the counter, talking about time... leisure time and busy time, time past and time required, long time, set time, short time, absolute time; time taken and matter of time. clan time, shirt time, heather time, moor time, thyme time.... time time time.

more! waiting for the summertime....

[mudshark]

thanx, dear!

ahh... summer.
had the first day of spring here today.)

[mtmynd]

Scotland. I guess you know that Bennie lives there, somewhere around Edinburgh. It'd be cool if you guys could hook with him, eh?

He's a guitar player among other things.

[hester_prynne]

I can't wait for the next installment!
And don't berate yourself man! This is such good reading you're givin us!
I thank you and await more with anticipation!
H

[mudshark]

bennie, bennie... oh, yeah. i remember that. if you see him, say i be at the blind poet pub in edna.

so very kind words, Hester! i won't let you down.