January 9, 2023rfredekenter

Since You Agreed to Just Quietly Listen – Short Prose by Jim Meirose

Since You Agreed to Just Quietly Listen

But why, Father?

Because you will learn much from this, son. If you just quietly listen.

Here; ‘s’ been twin ban-thwackies parlifixturicating o’er ‘his sunny day.

Hoo?

—okay, go along—

Patch; Imagine what?

Paulette; Knots.

Null. Null.

Nasty-splat? You bet, ya-yep. Null. Not me.

Hoot! Mui-Papa!

—dear God, please; why did we ever—

Brrrrr-r-r-r!

Wow. Where?

M-member? Pennsylvania!

Patch; B.

Picked-down honzonkafruit.

Paulette; Backtacratidenza!

Sonboy; li simple fiksrigardas.

Ha ha ha ha! Hah!

Eyebop patiquela sollyonne-slow.

Gash.

Splecklinda-tacular Joints.

What?

Gob! Cheeesh! Like Miss Bovine’s cud.

‘tis, yes.

Chew; The trap.

Chew; The ceiling.

Chew; The cabin.

Get it now, ole’ Gagg?

Paulette; Form what, great Father? (as they’d been scripted to exclaim at these junctures of such talks)

Patch; Stars.

Galaxies.

Animals.

Et-plantenettes too.

Yas! All rise, all point! Hats off, gentlemen!

Uh. What?

Mood, Moderator; this; force. Y’ a force. A force of. Force of nature a force. Force of. Force of nature a a a a force of nature a force. Force. Force. Force of a force of nature a. Force. Of nature. A force of nature a force of nature aw wow. Aw wow. Aw wow a force wow a force of a force.

So?

Be concerned. Be very concerned, as; this; a genius!

<off>

But why go on, Father?

Because you will learn much from this, son. If you continue to quietly listen.

Here; ‘s’ been twin ban-thwackies parlifixturicating o’er ‘his sunny day.

Hoo?

Huh? Herminguli, hermingula.

Yah! Back up. Yah, yah. What she said.

Taxicoonia.

Patch; and so where went his vreviousse unisons?

Paulette; Wow. Chew.

Patch; Hoops! So, he dug.

But—need the best?

Oh yah, yah.

—my lord and my God—

The Very Rev. Bass Whistler; Puree, my God! Puree ere r’! Glance-o-factor?

Patch; Yap. Yes.

Paulette; So damned sad.

So.

Cool!

Das Venerableesses; Popes included.

Let me guess.

Das Venerabaleens; He can’t be unseated.

Huh?

Like this. See?

How about here?

Same there—lay off!

Here—or, here?

Paulette; Chew. Here!

Patch; Possessed!

Sol Hinton; Ne kun ĉi tiuj kredoj, r’, no con estas creencias.

And his brothers; Wait what’s that?

The bell. Piscopalia! En’, the bell.

‘nd so, summoned. So.

How come?

‘fter bright laughters t’ sensei ss’; Hokey th’s whack. Ready for the real pap?

‘kay. How come?

Rumbliebars! B-bach!

Ok, but. Uh, eck, what?

Moderator, Mood; this; Forces of nature aw wow. Force of nature a force of a force of a force of nature a force wow wow wow. Hey you! Hey you! There’s a force of nature backhind o’ you! O’ you. A force yes a big force of nature back und hind, you. Hind you, turn ‘round. Hind you, turn ‘round. There’s forces of nature on forces of nature turning ‘round ‘round hinda’ b-you—but, hey you! Hey you, M’seur McLando! Be concerned. Be very concerned, as; this; a genius!

What?

Hand me another Golden Queen, would you? A big one, please?

No problemo. Here.

Thanks.

But.

<0ff>

But why go on, Father? It means nothing to me.

But, you will learn much from this, son. If you just continue to quietly listen.

Here; ‘s’ been twin ban-thwackies parlifixturicating o’er ‘his sunny day.

Hoo?

Patches; Okay; buck, by b’ no there canna’ knot B things off of negative duration.

Paulette; No? Why?

Patches; Because I have so spen’ ‘ives descending up-po’ this and feel it is a definite candidate for a definite ranking as a definite candidate for ranking as a definitely great truth.

Oh yah?

Yeh yah!

Venerable Bede; So. Once more. Ne?

Why?

Because it’s that there can not be such a truth as here’s this thing in my hand, that when set off, runs for negative ten-fifteen, thirty-five, or one-tenth of a century’s duration, I cannot believe it, even if it’s true (ahem) because, how crazy would it be? B-but.

Uh.

Ba-rrumbha; Uh? What?

Mood, Moderator; Moderator, Mood; this; this; forces of nature all piled up too high ‘round ‘bout you. ‘bout you. ‘bout you. Forces of nature ‘round about you and. Me. And me. Forces of natures ‘round all ‘bout ‘round me. Forces. Of nature eh forces of forces, there see. Forces of nature. For me to tell you that you have been here fo’ces of na’ure, in this room. Negative one hour in this room and, and tell you. What whole? Partial. Or contractually bound, to a rare state of solid-sanicktacoonetry by secret pact, as you are—f-fo’es of na’re. ‘o’es of ‘a’re. ’es of’re s o e o s, as, be concerned. Be very concerned, as; this; a genius!

Huh?

Hess! S-s I’m damn sure as yo’ b’ tootin’—you will leave here one hour before you arrived.

Oh, okay. But, how can that be?

Never mind. Just get the hell out of my sight and check!

Cat Swaggert; Pa-patoeey!

Luca Spoole; Kaj.

Swivel chairs.

Of course.

He’s not here.

Yes, go.

Let us go in and see!

Pallas.

Blow la tanks, Aegis!

Praises!

Downe went the big slurp—look it up, kids.

Keep on looking it up.

Kids.

<off>

So. Why have we spent so much time on this, Father?

Because you have just learned much from this, son. Since you agreed to quietly listen.

Here; ‘s’ been twin ban-thwackies parlifixturicating o’er ‘his sunny day.

Hoo?

‘s’ been twin ban-thwackies parlifixturicating o’er ‘his sunny day.

Hoo?

That big onion.

Photo of the author Jim Meirose small close up head and shoulders, in chiaroscuro colour scheme.

Jim Meirose’s short work has appeared in numerous venues. His novels include “Sunday Dinner with Father Dwyer”(Optional Books), “Understanding Franklin Thompson”(JEF), “Le Overgivers au Club de la Résurrection”(Mannequin Haus), and “No and Maybe – Maybe and No”(Pski’s Porch). Info: www.jimmeirose.com Twitter: @jwmeirose

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