Small Minds, Ch. 6

Small Minds, Ch. 1

Small Minds, Ch. 2

Small Minds, Ch. 3

Small Minds, Ch. 4

Small Minds, Ch. 5

The sun was in a bit of a slump.  He didn’t like the fact that the moon got more attention than he did.  When the moon was full, people said so.  When the sun was a perfect circle, people didn’t say anything.  It was just a fact of life that the moon was more appreciated than him, and for no reason!  Where did the moon get her light, after all?  Solar panels!  The sun knew the moon.  She was a good person, but it was all she could do to stay fully lit for a day or two.  She started to deteriorate in her brightness and shape after that.  It was the power supply, the sun thought; solar panels just didn’t charge things long.  But nevertheless, the power came from the sun.  But though that was true, people still didn’t give him any credit.  They said, “Look at the moon shining through the leaves and on the lake” or something like that.  They never said, “Look at the sun shining through the leaves and on the lake”, ever.  It was just too common.  And when an eclipse came along, everyone takes pictures, but when the sun was at full strength (every day except eclipses), no one cared.  At least the heathens got scared when the sun “disappeared”.  The only time modern people ever say “Look at the sun” or “Look at the light it makes” was when the sun was leaving at the end of the day or was partially hidden by a cloud.  Shows how grateful people are for how much the sun did for them daily.  Sometimes they noticed when he came up, but not so much then; people these days like to sleep in and watch videotaped sunrises on TV more than watching it live.

One day the sun had tried to garner attention by yelling “The sun is in the house” when he came up one morning, but it’s a sad fact that the acoustics of the sun’s position in the heavens are woefully inadequate for that sort of thing.  Might as well be trapped miles belowground instead of miles aboveground; you’d get the same effect.  Actually, you’d get less.  Underground you might startle a few worms or cause an earthquake up top, but in the air, too high up for anything to fly, you can startle no one and shake no one else.  It’s a sad existence.

But no matter how sad, or how existential the sad existence is, you can count on it that something’s going to happen, unless you’ve been marooned on a desert island in the middle of the ocean, which is a bit of an oxy-moron in the sun’s opinion.  Well, being the sun is no different; something happened.

The sun was looking over the edge of his boat, as usual, and saw through his sunbeams the strange amount of activity in the police station of Atlanta.  It seemed that the two people Boswick and Karen had run into the day before were still there, and the old man was still fighting, though there is nothing whatsoever still about fighting, but…  The sun turned his attention back to the present matter.  The old man was handcuffed and shouting at the police officers.

“You can’t keep me here!  I know my rights!”

“Do you?  What are they?” asked an officer.

“Well, this side is my right side,” Gene told him, wiggling his right arm and leg.  “But you can’t keep me here!”

“You can go to court if you want, but you’re going to get nowhere,” warned the officer.

“I would, but I don’t have a lawyer.  All ya’ll better be glad that I don’t!  I’d have you shut up in your own jail in no time at all!”

The officer turned to Cole.  “Look, we’ll have to keep your father—“

“Grandfather.”

“Your grandfather here un—He’s really your grandfather?”

Cole nodded.

“Hm.  Well, we’d better keep him here until he settles down.  You can go.  We can drive you to your car if you like, or you can walk to it.  And there’s always the matter of a hot-air balloon…  You wouldn’t happen to have one of those, would you?  I didn’t think so.  Too bad…  Anyway, you can go.  Sorry for the inconvenience of the whole thing…”

“Actually, it’s fine.  He needs a bit of time to… to wind down anyway.”

“Whaddaya mean ‘wind down’?” yelled Gene.  “You are…  I’m gonna…  Well, if you’re going to leave me here, can you at least do something for me?”

“I suppose so.  What did you want?”  Cole turned back at the door.

“Can you keep after… you know.”  Gene gestured in a confidential way.

“No, I don’t.  What do you want me to keep after?” asked Cole, confused.

“You know!”  Gene stuck his head forward and raised his eyebrows.

“I don’t.  What?”

“Who we were, you know…”  Gene wiggled his eyebrows and wiggled his ears.  The sun had never figured out how to do that.

“Who we were what?

“Boswick!” Gene yelled at last.

“Your name is Boswick?  Wow, you must be the last person alive with that name…” remarked one of the officers.

“No, really, it’s not my name,” Cole told him.  “Well, I’ll be going.  I understand.”  He was telling the truth that time.   Cole rode with an officer to the spot where his car had been and drove it back into Atlanta.  It was as good a place to start as any, the sun realized, especially since that was where Boswick actually was.

.

Boswick was actually in a motel in the north of Atlanta, telling Karen about his plan.  “So there’s this party here that takes place in three days.  I figure if we can get invited to it, we can probably improvise some way to make a spectacle of myself.”

“And that’s good, right?” Karen asked, looking at the newspaper article.

“It’s supposed to be, yes.”

“So how do we get in?”

“Well, if we were really slick we could forge a security pass for me and I could let you in through the fire escape or something like that.”

“That’s kind of illegal, though…”

“Yes, and we did agree not to go against the law.”

“Should we un-agree, then?” asked Karen, flipping through the paper.

“No, we’ll find a way.  Maybe you can just pay for tickets.”

“Hey, that’s an idea,” said Karen, flipping back to the front page.  “Yep, it says here that—“

“Good. That’s what we’ll do, then,” Boswick told her. He picked up his car keys.  “Where do you want to go for lunch?”

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