Despite my loads of schoolwork conspiring against me, I managed to get some writing done in March (yippee!). So I hope you enjoy these selections from A Ticket to Yonder!
When steam was all about to stream out of Jamie’s ears—there were only so many times he could hear the word ‘lollipop’ in the Walrus’s wistful voice—a voice crackled over the train intercom as if the speaker were talking into a rusty tin can.
“Pulling into Innovation,” the tin can voice drawled. “Step away from the doors and collect all your personal belongings; if anything is left on the train, it will personally belong to us. Have a wonderful day.”
The wheels of Jamie’s brain continued to turn. “But if you ask someone if you need advice, won’t they tell you need advice whether you actually need it or not? It’s rather like asking the owner a of store if you need to buy this or that, and of course he’ll say yes, because he’ll make money off of you.”
“You make it sound like the Great Guru runs some sort of disreputable scam,” the Walrus sniffed. “He’s far more respectable. And besides, he doesn’t charge any money for his advice; he makes his money off the exorbitant taxes of this city. He is supreme ruler—I mean mayor, after all.”
Jamie spent the next few minutes trying to figure out if this fact made the Great Guru a better person or not, but the inward debate ended in a very befuddled brain and no clear answers.
“Well, Jamie, you do look unhappy. Like a tissue out of a tissue box! A cookie out of a jar! A crayon out of a box that crayons go in! All very sad scenarios, if you ask me.”
“Time is almost like money,” the Balloon mused softly. “It doesn’t grow on trees. A lot of things don’t grow on trees…pumpkins, carrots, applesauce. Time is almost like applesauce, then, I suppose. It is cold and slimy and lumpy and slips down your throat like sand through your fingers; before you can blink, it is gone and your life is up.”