Velocity, Velocimeter, Vectrino, A Fable out of The Child and The Prophet

The velocity, a phenomenon that often disturbed The Child, seized her attentiveness. Lily Pad had slowed down considerably; Mr. Whale was idling in the ocean as he carried her on his back. The Prophet seemed content examining the water lily; Octavio had gone down to the ocean floor, and every now and then she saw the shadow of Mr. Eagle flying slowly over her.

"I wonder how fast we're going."

"Why, Child?"

The Child

"It doesn't seem like we're moving."

"Oh."

"We're almost at a standstill, Prophet."

"Sometimes, it pays to decelerate."

"Why?"

"Why do you want to accelerate?"

"I asked you first, Prophet."

The Prophet

"Yes, you did, and I gave you an answer."

"With a question, Prophet?"

"How fast do you think we're going, Child."

"No idea."

"With a vectrino, you could measure it."

"What a vectrino?"

"A type of velocimeter, Child."

"And what's a velocimeter?"

The Prophet turned to examine the water lily.

Water Lily

"Don't you think Water Lily is beautiful?"

"Yes, she's a beauty, but you're evading my question."

"Oh."

Movement in the ocean caught her attention.

"Prophet?"

"Yes, "Child?"

"There's a disturbance in the sea."

"I know.  They're Kraken."

"Oh, My! Let's go."

"No, lie still, Child."

"But you said Kraken are coming."

"Yes, I did, and they're moving at a much faster velocity than you and me."

"And I'm supposed to just lie here on Mr. Whale?"

"Yes."

Kraken

Suddenly, the three Krakens came toward them and passed by.

"Prophet, did you see that?"

"Yes, Child."

"They didn't touch us."

"Of course not."

"Why?"

"Staying displays courage; fleeing fear." 



Shalom Aleichem,

Pat Garcia

Rest, Resonant, Resonance, Resonate, Res Judicata (Plural: Res Judicate) Roll, A Fable out of The Child and The Prophet

The time since The Child had last seen The Prophet rolled into weeks. She amused herself by walking upon the ocean daily with Octavio. Lily Pad would float along beside them.  Friendship resonated between the two and its resonance grew.  With no sign of Mr. Whale or Mr. Eagle and the disappearance of The Prophet, The Child and Octavio were now bosom buddies.

“Rest, Child.  I don’t know this part of the ocean well and would like to go under and investigate.”

“Do you think we're in danger, Octavio?”

“Don’t know."

Suddenly, the wind gathered speed; waves began to grow, and Lily Pad bumped into the back of her heels.

Wave

“Look likes a storm,” The Child said, as she looked out over the ocean and saw a distant wave coming at her.  She jumped on Lily Pad; the wave became larger. “Octavio, sink for cover on the ocean floor!”

“No, I can’t leave you here.”

“Let’s resonate toward a win-win agreement, Octavio.”

Octavio

“And that would be?”

“When I say sink, you go to the ocean floor.”

The wave increased in size and moved quickly.

“Sink!” shouted The Child as the wave picked up Lily Pad with her in it.   Riding high on top of the wave, she stood, holding her feet firmly on Lily Pad.

“Stand firm, Child!”

“Prophet?”

The Prophet

“You're looking good. Bend those legs a little!”

The wave ended abruptly; The Child and the Lily Pad hit the water.

“Weird."

“Not weird, Child. Just res judicata. You rode that storm perfectly.”

The Child

“Really, Prophet?”

“Yes. you made me proud.”

“Prophet?”

"Yes, Child?"

“What does res judicata mean?”


Shalom Aleichem,

Pat Garcia

Octopus, A Fable from The Child and The Prophet

The Child felt thumps on the bottom of the Lily Pad.

That couldn’t be Mr. Whale.

She peeked out over the rim of Lily Pad and her eyeballs enlarged; her eyebrows stretched almost to her hairline, and she shrieked.

“Go away, leave me alone!”

The animal thumped again, hitting all eight legs on the underside of Lily Pad.

“Leave me be,” The Child cried. 

Octavio

“Prophet, there’s a Cephalopod under my Lily Pad.”

Only stillness greeted her. 

What shall I do? Mr. Whale and Mr. Eagle have abandoned me and The Prophet has become incorporeal.

“Help!”

“I’m not going to hurt you,” the eight-legged animal said as he came alongside Lily Pad.

“Who are you?”

“Octavio. Who are you?”

“I’m The Child.”

“Pleased to meet you The Child. What are you doing out here on the ocean by yourself, may I ask?”

“I wasn’t by myself. I mean Mr. Whale and Mr. Eagle deserted me.”

“Oh, and you have no one?”

“Well, I’m not really alone. The Prophet is here somewhere, only I can’t see him because he’s incorporeal.”

Octavio laughed.

“You know The Prophet?”

“Child, everyone knows The Prophet.”

The Child

“I only wanted to go to the house across the sea to get something, and he told me he would show me the way.”

 “That sounds like The Prophet. He always chooses the best routes for people that he has big plans for,” Octavio said breaking out in laughter.

“I don’t think it’s funny.”

“I’m not laughing at you, Child.”

“I wish The Prophet would return.”

“Shall I accompany you part of the way?”

“Will you eat with me?”

“Of course, and I’ll bring up some squibs and tasty seaweed from the ocean floor.”


Shalom Aleichem,

Pat Garcia