Iglesia ……………………………………… Episode 42

(Iglesia is a serialized novel, published on Tuesdays and Saturdays at midnight ET, you can read all of the episodes by clicking on the tag.)

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“Nice,” she said. “now how about a gu……… She was suddenly holding a .45 automatic. She almost dropped it she was so surprised. And then she did drop it, with a loud clatter as it hit the floor…….as a hot dog from her favorite hot dog stand appeared in her other hand. Then she looked at the hand that had held the .45, and a cream soda appeared there.

She looked up at Rogers imploringly…..and the hot dog winked out of existence to be replaced by the stop sign she used to use when she was a crossing guard at her high school.

“Make it stop!”

Two walnuts, engaged in coitus, replaced the cream soda even as the words, “This is fucking nuts!” escaped her lips.

Rogers stepped forward in an demonstrably authoritative way and shoved his hand in front of her eyes and snapped his fingers sharply. Fortuitously causing the handful of batshit that was about to appear….not.

She was awfully damn glad since the next thing she blurted was “Fucking hell! Slim! What the fuck happened there???”

“I suppose that this would be a good a time as any to start a discussion of your training, given the circumstances and what not.”

Iglesia bent over to pick up the .45 as Rogers continued, “I regret to inform you that firearms are mostly ….ineffective…. here, and so it is quite likely that you will not be needing that.” Smirk. “here, as you have just had a most amusing demonstration of, we engage in conflict almost exclusively with our minds. A process which as you can now see, requires a modicum of facility to control.”

“No shit, Sherlock. But why, after all of this time, did I start ….doing that, all of a….”

“Ah yes! well I am afraid that I will have to take the blame for that. You see when you expressed a desire for new, ahem, outerwear…I assisted you a bit in the manifestation process. A bit of a boost, one might say. Unfortunately, I was…..er, distracted by certain….um, developments and so, to my regret, rather forgot to “turn it off” shall we say. My apologies.”

“Hmmmmmmm.” She was furiously thinking of how she could use this information to slug him upside his skinny little head. In one thought she focussed on her hand holding a steam iron and connecting with his temple and swung!

Nada.

Sigh.

“All right Slim, spill it.”

She sure wished she had that hot dog and cream soda back, dammit.