The Wishing Map 72

Have you ever found a group of people who see value in you that no else has? It’s heavenly. Or dangerous. Probably both.

Mitch Teemley

Wishing pix-Title-(framed)

Note: To read The Wishing Mapfrom the beginning, click here.

The Wishing Map

Chapter Sixteen: Fisher Folk and Naims (Cont’d)

Previously: Gina became unintentionally drunk by dipping into the adult’s bowl at the Inn in Sur Kellan.

(See below for a Glossary of SurKellish words*)

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Disgusted with his sister, Zack headed for the meeth bowl marked “Cheldings and Naims.” This put him near enough to the alcove to hear what the naims were saying. They were arguing about the “story” inside a big fresh-cut piece of timber they’d laid against the wall:

“Nay, yer can’t have yellowy-ness coming out a’ water, yer pilky fern!” a well-fed fellow named Bulgy pontificated. “An’ looky: that’s a lee pond there, certain, in all its ripply bluey-ness, so there can’t be nay yellowy-ness!”

“Yer duppy toadstool, that’s sky, not water. An’ there is yellowy-ness, so it has ter…

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Writer, Filmmaker, Humorist, Thinker-about-stuffer
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