Vaskya held their head, waiting for their inner ear to re-adjust itself. Their boogie board hadn’t noticed their absence and kept going until it was out of sight. Half buried in the sand and very happy there weren’t enough people around to be embarrassed for—Then again…Vaska eyed some lizards suspiciously. It sounded like snickering when they walked their little feets across the sand. One particular fella was the tan of san—sand color. H-he was the not yellow but sorta brown of what sand looks like, like if you’ve been to the beach and there is that stuff you walk on it’s the.
The lizard was mostly that color, with a terracotta turquoise spiral in the middle of his noggin, and trancing down his spine. He ran right up to Vaskya, “What in hell and tarnation are you doin here in my land?! By gumbit I bought and paid for this land with a good few fly and cap of water for this section and you’ve gone and messed it up!”
Vaska pushed their knuckle into the side of their nose bridge, but then flinched as shooting pain went through their head. I must’ve broken my nose. squinting with one eye while opening the other, they tried to see if the little guy’s lips were moving or not.
“If you know whats good for you, you better GIT”
The lizard took a predatory step forward.
“I said GIT”
Another granule of sand flew as he stomped his tiny toes.
“A-are you a? A talking lizard?”
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“Darn tootin, who’s askin?”
Vaskya didn’t reply but grabbed a jar from their backpack and slammed it down over top of the tiny guy.
“RMRFGMTR”
“MURGURGUS”
He has enough air right? Oh sure. Mmm. Yeah.
“RTUGFRARF”
Mmmmmmmmmaybe.
The little bastard jumped towards Vaska and hit the glass wall, propelling the mason jar into Vaskya’s freshly broken nose.
FAACK. Ass titting fuck shitting. Vaska went to touch their nose and then jumped back again forgetting their injury. The jar was in their lap, tinking softly with the rage of the pent-up lizard. Vaskya got up slowly and put the jar in their bag.
They stood up and looked for their boogie board, to no avail. They padded down their cargo-shorts while mocking in a high-pitched voice, “Vaskya when are you ever going to use those cargo shorts? Cargo shorts? For what cargo?
Fuck all y’all, THIS cargo.”
They took out a small remote and hit a comically large green button. There was a buzzing noise, and the boogie board came sailing back up the side of the mountain, stopping just at their feet. After jumping on their boogie board and making a much meeker ride down the rest of the incline, Vaska slinked into The Stacks. After about ten steps Their phone connected to the charging pad, (The Stacks put charging pads on the ground under glass to make the whole (City? Settlement? Shebang?) a charging zone.) Ok, now quick while I have the authorial spirit within me. Rolling through m’body… it has been a minute since my body was rolling from—Focus Vaska. Write.
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you have opened this book and now have a choice. 19Join me in the crusade that God Herself has ordained me to do, and I assume you too given her will is always enacted even through different tools, or don’t. 20Please however, don’t be deluded. 21It is both God’s will, and Her wrath enacting the judgement on these souls. 22They’ve made a false god up for their purposes, for their needs and for their class. 23But God was born into sandals not a fucking pair of baby seal skin boots.