The incandescent sun raises a thin film of sweat on Vardaman.
Meanwhile, Cash observes the Mr. Binky push his small broom across the foc’sle. Cash imagines he favors constructing baby buggies rather than coffins. Geometry favors coffins over buggies though.
Vardaman returns to his fishing – he has still caught no fish. His mother was a fish, he thinks, but not as clever as Mr. Binky. Mr. Binky knows a lot more than he lets on.
In another land, Johnny Sixguns realizes no prison can hold him and he blows the cell door off its rusty hinges with a cocktail of bat guano and coal dust.
My recent computer virus issues have delayed my "French Inspector" missive. This is a most interesting entry Woody.
ReplyDeleteThanks sir, per your request for additional Cash and Vardaman ala rosenkrantz and guildenstern
ReplyDeleteThe Admiral is off to a rectangular island off the coast of North America. He's going to be out of comms for a while.
ReplyDeleteHe told me that his model for Binky is Kenneth from 30 Rock.