We were all there sitting in the living room. Sophie sat in the middle of the floor and the other brown flip top foot rest and storage container which I now rested my feet on.
"Sophie?" I asked the cat who had tried to jump up into my writing part's lap but as she was too large she just sat on one of his legs, letting her tail dangle down which she twitched and swayed here and there at a few random intervals.
"Oh Sophie, I'm sorry. What did you want to do?" I told them and looked toward Sophie.
"How about we play?" Sophie said.
My writing part smiled and I stretched my hand toward her and brought it back saying, "I'm sure we can accommodate that. But Sko, get Cardia in here please."
Sko placed his hands lightly, his fingertips touching his head. He closed his eyes and said aloud, "Cardia? Yeah... I know that... no... do you drop this communication... don't drop it... hey listen... just shut off that chatter for a second... Have Odaira rub your belly later... Hey you fucker... don't...damn it!!!"
"I know... hold on a second," I said and I reached across the Silver Stream to where he was and poked him square in the gut.
"Ok, get here quickly," I telepathed to him.
A white line cut itself from the floor of the living room beside the TV and in the hallway. The Jackalope stepped out from inside the light as if he had entered a room through a door and then he grabbed the white light and it shut off and shrunk to reveal him holding his driveway marker rod.
I looked down closing my eyes, "You've had your way haven't you?"
"What, Ias?" Cardia said solemnly and I saw Sko's eyes go wide.
I continued, "The rest of this canon part is short. I'll just say 'you suck'."
I reached forward when I did this and Cardia had walked forward before and stood before me. I caressed his belly and sat back. My writing part nodded. I turned back to Cardia and put my hands together to shape a triangle.
3 January 2020 at 12:06:45 MST
The Book of Particles started as a story journal that mixed things from my real life in with the continuation from Hail Primus. I gleaned some of the more personal details from these sagas and left more of the fictional story content. I call them memories.