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“Oh!” Malt smiled. “Yes. I… I would also like to see you again. Many more times.”
“You’re not gonna have any more weird spoon prophecies, are you?”
“I cannot make that promise.” Malt chuckled. “But I can say that for as long as you wish to see me, I will do my best to make you very happy.”
“Yeah?” Duncan blushed, and he nuzzled Malt’s cheek. “Careful. It might be a while.”
“I am aware.” Malt beamed.
“All right, Mr. Mothman. You got yourself a deal.”
“My name is Malt.” Malt grinned.
Duncan snorted out a laugh. “I know, baby.”
“You’re Duncan.”
“I know.”
“You did have a head injury—”
“Time to rest now, Malt.”
“Yes. Rest.” Malt’s eyes glowed. “I may wish to mate with you again soon.”
“How soon issoonexactly?” Duncan grinned. “Because I could definitely go for some more mating. Just let me go grab a slice of pizza.”
“Ah. Yes. Wait.” Malt touched his forehead. “I am getting a vision. The frequency is speaking to me. I can see the future…”
“And?” Duncan beamed.
“You’re going to go get a slice of pizza. Right now.”
Day 07
Getting a delivery late at night wasn’t too unusual. The crate moving on its own, however, was pretty weird.
Crate
Randall had always loved animals.
Growing up on his family’s farm, he could remember carrying piglets and lambs in his arms everywhere he went as a child. He’d bring them to his room to sleep, at the table to eat with him, and even into the tub for baths. He was soon carrying them to the market at the county fair.
Usually in twos and threes over his shoulder.
He’d never thought much of it, had always ignored the rude stares and whispered comments, but when a man with a fancy hat offered him a job as a strongman with the circus?
It was about that time Randall realized how truly unique he was.
He’d always been tall for his age, rapidly towering over his elder siblings and his parents by the time he was thirteen. His feet hung off the bed, and he had to duck to make it through doorways so he wouldn’t crack the frame. He had given up on shoes and walked barefoot wherever he went, and none of his clothes ever fit well. He grew out as well as up, and the world seemed like it was too small for him to ever be happy.
The circus changed that for Randall.
The man who had offered him the job was Fisher King, ringmaster and proprietor of King’s World of Wonders. It was a traveling circus with acrobats, contortionists, wild animals, and amazing sideshows, and it was the first place Randall had ever truly felt at home.
Bed not big enough? No problem! The bearded lady’s husband was a carpenter and made Randall a new bed that would fit his incredible height.
Clothes didn’t fit? Have no fear because two of the acrobats were a mother-daughter seamstress team and created custom clothing for the entire circus.
