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The Island Part Nine
Another strange meeting with a dead angel from the past
The footsteps and clicking noises got closer by the second. Suddenly they stopped right next to where Kell and I were taking cover behind some bushes.
“ And I told him, no Arthur, you are totally wrong, there’s a very big difference between a theory and a theorem……"
The clicking noises persisted, click, click, click…
“……….here, give me a lighter will you Richard, this bloody thing won’t light.”
“ I don’t know why you don’t just give up those filthy things, they’ll be the death of you, you know. And that’s not a theory or a theorem, that’s a stone-cold bloody fact Jacob.”
A soft glow appeared with the use of Richard’s fag lighter. For a brief moment, Kell’s face lit up a little. Fortunately, these two drunken science buffs were too pissed to notice anything.
“……And what did he say to that?”
“ He said fuck off you old fool, don’t you try to teach me, I wrote the bloody book.”
“Well he did, didn’t he?” Richard bellowed out loud, chuckling.
And with that they set off walking again, peeing themselves, laughing out loud as they went. Whisps of cigar smoke hung like miniature cloudlets in the hot…
