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The Alchemy Of Emotions
By Sam | December 2, 2008
Today I turned lead into gold. Which was unfortunate because it was the only thing protecting me from deadly radioactive waves.
“Oh my god!” cried the woman operating that diabolical x-ray machine.
“Yes, what is it?” replied Odin, appearing suddenly as he is wont to do.
“Look what just happened to this guy!” she cried, pointing.
Squinting with his remaining eye, he took in my hideous new form. Gone was my rugged, tanned complexion, rendered utterly transparent. I smiled back involuntarily, the natural grin of my skull impossible to distort.
“Gwypp? Is that you?” asked the Norse god.
“Hello, Odin, it’s been a while.”
Visible to all, my organs went about their daily toil, and he choked back a guffaw.
“I might have known, Gwypp, I’ve always been able to see right through you.”
“Impressive for a man who had to hang himself because he couldn’t get into university.”
Odin didn’t reply immediately, but bit his lower lip and fought back tears. “Why do you always have to go too far?” he asked. “Not even Loki brings that up.”
Imprisoned within the cage of my ribs, my heart saw the look on Odin’s face and went out to him. Though not literally, obviously. If it had I’d be dead.
I stepped forward and gave him a tender hug.
“Muninn keeps flying off,” he sobbed, “and everyone thinks I’ve got dementia. They want to put me in a nursing home.”
“There, there,” I said, patting him on the back, without any real inkling of where I meant.
Topics: The Memoirs of Cornelius Gwypp |