After my first bonus post last night I was expecting to rock the keyboard this morning with competence and verve.
I won’t regale you with the whiny Dad events, suffice to say there were events and they were Dad-like in relevance.
Let’s give it a try…
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Think of the most improbable place people could live then skip two to the right and you have the ah’Taconschientee or in the suffixial patois, Shanty.
From a distance, Shanty gleams like a melting drip of a dragonfly’s eye. Nearer you make out the honeycomb of confetti-like solex clinging together and glistening in the sea sun. This could be a stalactite or an icicle.
You trim your flit to hover in a more or less safe zone back from the congested hive of flits, hangers, and sticks swooping and, well, flitting to and from Shanty. It is not hard to swap your fellow fliers for wasps and Shanty for the papery nest. The rear fans of your flit sense your curiosity and wind up a degree. You drift toward Shanty’s center of gravity.
You’re a killer. You have business here. Deadly business.
You chuckle at the melodrama and unzip your jacket to expose your décolletage.