All Living : A Seedvision Saga (9781621473923) (47 page)

The two of them sat and talked about Al’s first meeting with Keziah for a while. They talked about flying and about Al’s ability to manipulate the world around him using the natural harmonics of creation. Eventually, even though it was only about nine at night, Al began to yawn.

“Us senior citizens are getting sleepy,” said Al.

“I’m the senior citizen here,” said Lester. “You’re more like a senior-asaurus.”

“Watch it,” said Al with a smile. “But I’ll grant you’re not too far off. I seem to need a lot more sleep lately than I used to. I think the final seed that I swallowed may only be a few years from wearing off.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” asked Lester anxiously.

“It means that soon, the world as we know it will pass away and the Creator will usher in a new part of his plan—a wonderful world tomorrow; a thousand years of millennial rest with peace for all mankind and abundant well-being.”

“Sounds good.”

“Yes, but to get there, mankind will have to endure one of the worst periods in history that the world has ever known.”

“Oh, way to gild the lily.”

“Well, God never promised mankind an easy ride. He only promised that the destination would make the journey worth the effort.”

“I wish we had more time,” opined Lester. “I would have liked to learn to hang glide.”

“Well, then you should.”

“Yeah, but to hang glide with the inventor of hang gliding would have really been something.”

“Maybe things will work out to make that possible,” hinted Al, getting up and heading off to bed.

“What? In the next five days?” quipped Lester.

“You never know, Les. You never know. Get some sleep, my friend. I’ll see you in the morning. It should be quite a day,” Al called over his shoulder.

“I expect so,” said Lester, taking a long pull on the last of his beer.

“Oh, and by the way, Les, how much do you know about mermaids?”

“How much do I know about what?” choked Lester, spitting beer all over the table. But the door to Al’s room had shut, and the house was quiet.

“Shit,” mumbled Lester, looking around for Al’s laptop.

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