The Archfornicator of Canterbury

45 Quite an entrance

The demise of the Cathedral was no longer front page material. Lobotomian tanks hadn't rolled over the border, so even Jeb Peterson had to admit it probably was someone else's handiwork. The crowds that had gathered on King Square much like people everywhere do when there's potential for seeing carnage had long since dispersed and gone home. The yakwurst stalls were all closed.

The enormous donut that was sliding effortlessly across the sky towards the Nuevo Saunabad city centre did not, however, escape the attention of the townspeople. It didn't take too long before the square was again teeming with people, although not quite as many as after the explosion, and the yakwurst peddlers were conspicuous by their absence. Only two people had never left the square. The two were Hildegard von Wichsen and Judas Bobrichoff, who now sat on the University Library stairs.

"Looks like it might be time."

"It does doesn't it."

Judas stopped a young boy who was passing by.

"Excuse me. Do you know why the people came back."

"There's an alien spaceship headed this way. And it's huge. More than a mile across."

"Ah. Thank you my dear boy. Run along now."

The boy did as he was told.

"We'd better get ready Hildegard."

Hildegard opened her purse and took out a small pouch. She opened it and offered it to Judas, who reached inside and picked a small dried mushroom. Hildegard did the same.

"Down the hatch."

"I wonder what they taste like."

They started chewing on the mushrooms.

"Quite rubbery. What do you think of the flavour Judas."

"Not exactly my preference. Still could be worse."

"Yes I suppose so."

"Do you remember how long Professor Drøvel said it would take."

"He said we should be feeling the effects in five minutes."

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