 *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
It was apparent that, in his distress and upsettedness, Adam’s boss had forgotten that the German’s first language wasn’t English. So it was probably all of the above that Adam didn’t understand. That – and well, Reil didn’t really know English either. In fact, the host consciousness in Adam’s headspace didn’t really know any language(s).
Adam ran back and forth behind the desk, looking an awful lot like a toy duck in a shooting range at a carnival, as he tried to figure out how to get past the odd loud, hopping man.
End of the desk – Bing!
End of the desk – Bong!
End of the desk – Ding!
And so on…
All the while the pet rock was still clutched between his lips. The fabric ear flopping like the tongue of a large wet, slobbery Saint Bernard.
Adam had turned for probably the fifth time when –
Smack!
He ran face first into something hard. Under the smacking noise, was a crunch as Adam’s nose broke.
A sensation he had not yet experienced - exploded from his face, and the pet rock in his mouth went flying.
For a moment there was silence and then a piercing wail filled the room.
” Waah!!!!!”
Somethings were running down his face – only he didn’t know what it was.
Yes, bleeding and crying were a new experience – an experience he didn’t like.
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Last edited by Krel Ansell; 01-09-2019 at 09:16 PM.
Reason: fixed a grammar mistake
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