What the fuck is twink?
But that’s what he heard. Twink.
Not like a breaking glass twink but like a hearty insect ricocheting harmlessly off a brilliant mirror sparkling in the sunlight twink.
The hmm was automatic.
“Hmm, what was that? That…”
Did he just cross a line somewhere? A line where things beyond did not exist?
But now because it was crossed they did?
Like stampeding buffalo the new thoughts rushed by and his job was to keep them from pushing him over the edge.
And taking him with them.
Thank you, friend.