The trees’ leaves rustled in the distance. The sky was ink black, and occasionally lightning illuminated the clearing. Right next to the maze of trees stood a small cottage under the heavy rain.
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jonathan.oflaherty
Mar 06, 2020
"Strange...", said Gilbert Kontiki, "I didn't think anyone remembered Dr Calypso. That fellow looks like a lecherous alcoholic, and he's certainly more talkative than any other doctor I know."
Wounded beyond reproach, Calypso knows the first thing he'll need to do is to get out of the house. But he quickly realises that wouldn't be enough. He'll need to get away. He tries to take flight. He tries to get up. He knows a full recovery is impossible. The critical elements of his witty magic are gone. The issue isn't even that he lost. The problem is that he's too weak to do anything about it. So he throws up his hands and lets himself fall...
"Strange...", said Gilbert Kontiki, "I didn't think anyone remembered Dr Calypso. That fellow looks like a lecherous alcoholic, and he's certainly more talkative than any other doctor I know."
Wounded beyond reproach, Calypso knows the first thing he'll need to do is to get out of the house. But he quickly realises that wouldn't be enough. He'll need to get away. He tries to take flight. He tries to get up. He knows a full recovery is impossible. The critical elements of his witty magic are gone. The issue isn't even that he lost. The problem is that he's too weak to do anything about it. So he throws up his hands and lets himself fall...