Kids love to talk about the shit they draw, and Alyssa loves it even more than any kid I know. She takes her time with the drawing, she labours over it and cranes her neck this way and that, trying to see her creation from every angle. Her crayon game is strong, too. Her colours never escape the edges, and there’s never a tell-tale crack of white between her strokes.
“Let’s see what you’ve got, Alyssa.” I smiled at her, and she spread her drawing paper on the table.
Before I could even grasp what I was seeing, she pointed to a corner of the drawing.
“This is where it starts, right? At the corner, because we all start reading at the corner. But not this corner. This is the wrong corner to start reading from, which is why I’m telling you to start reading from this corner. Got it?”
I leaned back and looked at her. “Okay?” I managed.
“Okay, so you see the sun here? It’s going to explode one day, according to Space. That’s a book, I read it sometimes, when I’m home. Anyway, it’s going to go kaput, and it’s going to burn…”
She traced her finger down the paper.
“The ground down here. But not if we come up with a solution. You can see that we’ve tried different techniques here. This one…”
She traced her finger to a cabal of green-skinned witches with broomsticks. “…is a gang of witches, and they’re going to lay an evil, black magic spell on the sun. But that won’t work, right? I don’t think it’s going to work. So anyway, then we have…”
She traced her finger to a tank and a man who looked like a general. “The President. And he calls in the military, and they decide they’re going to shoot the sun, with huge tank guns and stuff. Fighter jets, too, and I guess submarines can launch missiles when they surface. You can see them all here, except the submarine is a little small because… yeah, anyway, it doesn’t work.”
I nodded, following her finger across the paper again, to a concert.
“And then all the big music artists make a concert, and I guess they’re kind of dumb, because they think they can just sing and everyone will be less afraid. And honestly, no one should show up, but they do, lots of people do, because I mean, these artists have a pull, right? They always have such stans.”
“Yes, I think they do,” I slipped in, which got a glimmer of a grin on her face.
“And here, you’ll see that there’s a…” She frowned and cocked her head to the side. “Well, it’s a building, and there’s a lot of smart people in it. You know, like the really smart people, and they’re trying to hack the sun into not exploding. And they’re really smart, but they’re missing the common sense thing. They’re missing that the sun isn’t made of wires and stuff, so you can’t just hack it.”
I sighed. “This is great, can I just… take this off your hands, and I’ll give you a grade when I return it to you?”
She looked at her drawing and then at me. “Okay, I guess, but I need to tell you about the merfolk, who live below the submarine here…”