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Ms. Bright, how normal is it for garden vegetables to ah... react adversely to a threat, after they have been harvested?
Hello, Mr. Blackwood! And thank you for calling in to the show. Uh… I’m afraid I don’t quite take your meaning. Are you having problems with hand-harvesting?
"But people have their preferences!" Sereno blurted out. "Or allergies! And I know a lot of people aren’t a fan of spice! A-and it would be cruel to force someone to lie about someone else’s cooking to spare their feelings and, and what if you have a religious prohibition?"
"I’m sure I could atone for it later," Katie says, bringing herself back under control. "Make whatever you’d like. Just knowing it was made by your hands will be enough for me to love it."
"But, but shouldn’t I be the one atoning it’s something you don’t like?"
"Oh, no, I could never find fault with anything that you gave me..."
Katie hears a vague rumbling from the hallway, and sits up straighter in her chair.
"My dear Mr. Blackwood, Station Management is encouraging me to move on to the next segment. Care to set a date?"
Ms. Bright, how normal is it for garden vegetables to ah... react adversely to a threat, after they have been harvested?
Hello, Mr. Blackwood! And thank you for calling in to the show. Uh… I’m afraid I don’t quite take your meaning. Are you having problems with hand-harvesting?
"But people have their preferences!" Sereno blurted out. "Or allergies! And I know a lot of people aren’t a fan of spice! A-and it would be cruel to force someone to lie about someone else’s cooking to spare their feelings and, and what if you have a religious prohibition?"
"I'm sure I could atone for it later," Katie says, bringing herself back under control. "Make whatever you'd like. Just knowing it was made by your hands will be enough for me to love it."
Ms. Bright, how normal is it for garden vegetables to ah... react adversely to a threat, after they have been harvested?
Hello, Mr. Blackwood! And thank you for calling in to the show. Uh… I’m afraid I don’t quite take your meaning. Are you having problems with hand-harvesting?
“Please call me Katie,” Katie purrs. “I would love to visit, Mr. Blackwood. You’ll have to tell me all about the outcome of your garlic issues.”
Sereno fell silent as he tried to breathe.
His air ebbed and flowed, struggling to remain even and smooth and to control the beating of his heart. The damnable organ was pumping hard to practically break free of his chest and impale itself on the skewers. What would she say of that? And would he still live like that? Then again, to hit hard enough to break though bone and muscle-
"That… ah, depends." Sereno said nervously once he realized the silence was likely too much. "Is there anything you don’t eat, though? I’d hate to get anyone sick…" Food, thinking about food was good, not stuffed hearts or bleeding out on your kitchen.
Oh, no. She knew it, she knew that was coming on too strong. She's made him nervous already.
"I'm sure anything you serve up will be delicious," she says. Then she leans back in her chair and puts a hand over her face with an expression of utter horror.
Ms. Bright, how normal is it for garden vegetables to ah... react adversely to a threat, after they have been harvested?
Hello, Mr. Blackwood! And thank you for calling in to the show. Uh… I’m afraid I don’t quite take your meaning. Are you having problems with hand-harvesting?
"Maybe you’ve caught the eye of one of the benevolent gods! I certainly wouldn’t blame them." Katie sighs, and then curses under her breath - the mic pics up the sigh but not the curse, thankfully. She doesn’t want to be sent on another retreat this year.
"They… might wish for their blessings towards someone who would appreciate them, more than a humble writer merely trying to get by." Sereno said hesitantly. His eyes turned to the painting of Mary framed on his wall, trying not to flush. He had to remember that he was not back home any more and faith was… different here.
"Though if anyone turns up at my doorstep barring the ah, usual times, I’d be happy to offer something to eat at least. No one deserves an empty stomach. I-including you, Ms. Bright."
"Please call me Katie," Katie purrs. "I would love to visit, Mr. Blackwood. You'll have to tell me all about the outcome of your garlic issues."
Just before nightfall I decided to take a walk outside. The sky was low, enveloping any object in its reach. It formed a dull, purplish haze - like nothing I’d seen before. The streets were empty. Not a single soul was out. It was oddly peaceful - imagining I was the only one left.
Ms. Bright, how normal is it for garden vegetables to ah... react adversely to a threat, after they have been harvested?
Hello, Mr. Blackwood! And thank you for calling in to the show. Uh… I’m afraid I don’t quite take your meaning. Are you having problems with hand-harvesting?
"Of course I’m on air! I’m on at the same time every afternoon, Mr. Blackwood. You called in during the advice segment!" Katie puts her mic down on the desk, sternly discorporates the four sets of hands that have popped into existence, reaching for the beautiful writer’s beautiful voice, and takes a quick sip of coffee. "And we are all so glad you did.”
Sereno laughed. “Well, I guess someone was looking out for us then? Hopefully whatever string it is, it isn’t a noose…”
"Maybe you've caught the eye of one of the benevolent gods! I certainly wouldn't blame them." Katie sighs, and then curses under her breath - the mic pics up the sigh but not the curse, thankfully. She doesn't want to be sent on another retreat this year.
✖ soft macabré blog ✖
Ms. Bright, how normal is it for garden vegetables to ah... react adversely to a threat, after they have been harvested?
Hello, Mr. Blackwood! And thank you for calling in to the show. Uh… I’m afraid I don’t quite take your meaning. Are you having problems with hand-harvesting?
“Aine! Oh, yeah, uh, ideally you’d want to go to the place where the fire meets the field and wait for the sign of a red mare, but James Michaelson, you know, the farmer, hates it when people summon her there, so I usually just let some toast burn in the toaster and hope Hestia doesn’t show up instead…”
Katie’s microphone drops to the floor, because she has twisted the cord so tightly between two hands that she’s actually tugged it out of her other hands. She picks it up, coughs, and adds, “Sorry for the interruption, listeners.”
"That only tells me how to call her attention. Not ah, her identity." Sereno pinched the bridge of his nose. "Please, Ms. Bright, I’m stepping into this blind, and perhaps a priestess would be better?" A part of him wanted to mention how insignificant he felt, how the idea terrified, and to compare her to a goddess herself, but… that was too forward, and too much for his head. Sereno winced at the clacker of the phone, then his eyes widened. “Wait, you’re on air now?!”
"Of course I'm on air! I'm on at the same time every afternoon, Mr. Blackwood. You called in during the advice segment!" Katie puts her mic down on the desk, sternly discorporates the four sets of hands that have popped into existence, reaching for the beautiful writer's beautiful voice, and takes a quick sip of coffee. "And we are all so glad you did."
Ms. Bright, how normal is it for garden vegetables to ah... react adversely to a threat, after they have been harvested?
Hello, Mr. Blackwood! And thank you for calling in to the show. Uh… I’m afraid I don’t quite take your meaning. Are you having problems with hand-harvesting?
He complimented her work, oh, he’s so smart and he came to her for advice… and he asked her something and she missed it just then, she’s sure of it. “Huh?”
"Which deity is Aine?" Sereno gently prompted. "The name sounds familiar, but I aine’t remembering anything." He bit his lip as he spoke over the phone. Nerves, he was definitely nervous and trying not to think of things to do to the radio, or imagining her face and- things he didn’t want to consider. "I’m so used to one." He was definitely going to visit Our Lady of Howling Despair after he was done. He was sure he could talk the priest into letting him tidy up the place.
"Aine! Oh, yeah, uh, ideally you'd want to go to the place where the fire meets the field and wait for the sign of a red mare, but James Michaelson, you know, the farmer, hates it when people summon her there, so I usually just let some toast burn in the toaster and hope Hestia doesn't show up instead..."
Katie's microphone drops to the floor, because she has twisted the cord so tightly between two hands that she's actually tugged it out of her other hands. She picks it up, coughs, and adds, "Sorry for the interruption, listeners."
are you aware of what’s inside of you?
Ms. Bright, how normal is it for garden vegetables to ah... react adversely to a threat, after they have been harvested?
Hello, Mr. Blackwood! And thank you for calling in to the show. Uh… I’m afraid I don’t quite take your meaning. Are you having problems with hand-harvesting?
Katie drops the lock of hair. “Oh. I… I don’t know. I like to think I provide expert reporting. It is, after all, what I’ve dedicated my life to - it’d be terrible if I weren’t any good at it!”
She wishes he would call her Katie. Then she’d have an excuse to say his name.
"Good thing you aren’t! Terrible, I mean. I mean you’re very good at reporting, that’s why I had called, because I was worried this might happen to others and to satisfy my curiosity and maybe it’d get an answer. Because you’re good. I mean." Sereno covered his face with his hand, sighing as he forced himself to calm down with a gulp of breath. "Right. I… which one is Aine? I’m better with Mesoamerican, Norse, and Christian divinities more than elsewhere…"
He complimented her work, oh, he's so smart and he came to her for advice... and he asked her something and she missed it just then, she's sure of it. "Huh?"
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