so u know how that little pic of text from “portrait of a girl in glass”i posted yesterday has the paragraph that ends w tom wingfield’s mother asking him if jim is catholic and tom wingfield is like, “yes” and then to the reader is like “i remembered the silver cross against his freckled chest”
so tom (who Named Himself for this piece of fiction/author lets recall) calls me on skype tonight wearing a fjcking rosary style necklace
Not long after Fletch and you finish going through the sword drills one more time, you plop down to the ground exhausted.
“Had enough yet?” Fletch quipped with that wicked grin of his.
“Yhea,” slowly catching your breath, “Maybe we should do something else for a while.”
As you lay on the ground thinking an idea came to mind, “What other fun things are there to do around here?”
Fletch gave your question some thought before answering. “Well luckily you woke up before we got to the fanciest part of town.” Then sitting down next to you. “We might be able to find an arcade or something around here. Or we could keep heading back, I’m sure we could find a museum along the way, if you’re into that sort of thing.”
Then nudging you in the side grinning. “Once we’re there I can give you bow and arrow drills in the castle’s archery field?”
“No maybe we should go to the first place.” The idea of more physical exertion at the moment was too much to handle.
“The Arcade it is then!”
With that the two of you were off to the Arcade, back the way you had come.
As you walked towards the Arcade your nameless sword came back to the forefront of your mind. The more you thought about it Fletch’s suggestion to name it Thorn sounded more epic, cool even. “I think I shall name thee Thorn!” making a dramatic scene.
“Is that so? Then should I ask if it will be a THORN in your enemy’s side?”
You almost hit yourself in the face with your own hoof at Fletch’s bad joke.
(Only one vote to name the sword, you could have wrote in for Longarm Prime, and I might have done it!) (I’m starting to wonder how many of my followers are really still there.)