Pooka in My Pantry (2013)
“Wednesday, Silas decided to make me his pet science project and tag along wherever I went.
“For observation,” he said. “Don’t worry. Nobody will see or hear me.”
That might not sound so bad, except that I could see and hear him fine. I had to concentrate on ignoring him so I didn’t sound like a whack job conversing with an imaginary little man.
Silas didn’t make it easy. He kept a running commentary going about everyone and everything we passed.
“He was totally checking out your... boobs,” he said of an older gentleman with a prosthetic eye.
“He was not,” I said. “Hush. You were looking at the wrong eye.” Though I was the only one who could hear him, it became hard to remember that people could still hear me.
The old guy in question creased his brow. I kept moving down the sidewalk.
The nature of my personal trickster became apparent when he couldn’t resist random acts of sabotage.MoreLess
“For observation,” he said. “Don’t worry. Nobody will see or hear me.”
That might not sound so bad, except that I could see and hear him fine. I had to concentrate on ignoring him so I didn’t sound like a whack job conversing with an imaginary little man.
Silas didn’t make it easy. He kept a running commentary going about everyone and everything we passed.
“He was totally checking out your... boobs,” he said of an older gentleman with a prosthetic eye.
“He was not,” I said. “Hush. You were looking at the wrong eye.” Though I was the only one who could hear him, it became hard to remember that people could still hear me.
The old guy in question creased his brow. I kept moving down the sidewalk.
The nature of my personal trickster became apparent when he couldn’t resist random acts of sabotage.MoreLess
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