My oh my, revisiting this beauty, please feel free to catch up on the previous chapters, I had to myself: Life in Fiction (Part 3)
"What do they do with their wings? How did it stay in your bed? Why was it there?" the questions rushed out before Kath could even begin to wonder why this man... The Answer... had started his tale in such a way. It wasn't even about questioning the absurdity of it all, there had always been absurd moments in Kath's life... just, well... none involving seagulls. Not that she remembered, anyway. She was never too fond of birds. Kath had always preferred dogs to any other animal. Although she wasn't against cats, she never did understand the dichotomy behind "are you a cat or a dog person?" Because why can't you be both? Why were cats and dogs seen as opposites? Fluffy creatures with cute paws were all good in Kath's books.
Kath realised she wasn't listening properly, and turned her attention back to the man beside her.
"...And then that's why I had to use the chilli in that way... uncomfortable as it was..." The Answer sighed, as he adjusted his cane yet again.
Embarrassed to admit she hadn't quite been paying attention, Kath nodded empathetically and said "I've often felt the same"... "with the chilli and all... yeah, definitely".
The Answer smiled at her, the corners of his eyes crinkling in his weathered face. "I'm glad you agree, Kath". He nodded, sighing, and settled himself in his seat. "Now I definitely know I can begin with my tale, you see, I couldn't tell it to just anyone, but you... well, I do believe you are worthy".
Kath wondered when she should get off the bus. The route would be over shortly. But she couldn't stop here. Although she was sure the elderly gentleman beside her was nothing other than a lonely old fellow, she couldn't help but wonder about his story. That, and his name. Whoever called themselves The Answer was surely worth a listen. So, that was when she decided to invite The Answer to tea.
Finally she could stop fantasising about the stories of others and listen to a real one, she thought.
Part 5
