Rubber Ducky

      Skye Taylor’s orders to us blog fleas is to offer a short story, poem or fun anecdote; a gift for the holidays.

      I don’t do Christmas, but all the same, I’m faithfully reporting about the latest person to visit my computer:

You don’t usually suffer hallucinations while on a walking meditation, but as I rounded a turn along the forest trail, I faced a six-foot-high, yellow rubber ducky.

Well, that’s what it reminded me of at first sight. A graceful neck rose from the body. The head on top had an eye looking at me, and eyes bulged on either side. I was sure there had to be an eye looking backward, too. Instead of a beak, it had four fingers that cheerfully wiggled at me. There didn’t seem to be any legs.

I stopped. Wouldn’t you?

A silver glow enfolded me before I could turn and run, and something stroked my mind. It was so wonderful I forgot my terror and just enjoyed being someone’s kitten.

After a long time of this, a voice spoke within my mind. “G’day, Bob, I’m Kqzgdl”—at least, that’s the best I can do—“and this is a hologram of me. I can’t live on your planet.”

“Where are you from?” I didn’t risk trying to repeat the name. “And how can you speak with me?”

The voice in my mind sounded surprised. “Didn’t you feel the connector machine? It now feeds me all the information I need as if I were part of your family. And we are from a planet fifty light-years away, and came when we detected your radio transmissions.”

“Well, then,” I said, “if you’re family, welcome. “Why did you choose me?”

            To wish you a merry Christmas,
            To wish you a merry Christmas,
            To wish you a merry Christmas,
            And a happy New Year!

Do tell me what you think of my new cousin (a few times removed), then check out the offerings of my fellow blog fleas:

Skye Taylor
Connie Vines
Anne Stenhouse
Diane Bator
Marci Baun
Helena Fairfax


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About Dr Bob Rich

I am a professional grandfather. My main motivation is to transform society to create a sustainable world in which my grandchildren and their grandchildren in perpetuity can have a life, and a life worth living. This means reversing environmental idiocy that's now threatening us with extinction, and replacing culture of greed and conflict with one of compassion and cooperation.
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7 Responses to Rubber Ducky

  1. Greetings from a fellow bog flea! 🙂 I love your cousin. I have a few like that. Maybe we’re related!

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  2. marcibaun's avatar marcibaun says:

    You have such a wonderful imagination and sense of humor. As long as your cousin is up for shenanigans, I think he’s perfect for you.

    Merry Christmas, Happy Yule, Happy Holidays, Bob!

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    • Dr Bob Rich's avatar Dr Bob Rich says:

      Oh, that species has a great sense of humour. They tease each other mercilessly all the time.
      They came to me in response to a 6000 word story requirement for a contest, but once in my computer, naturally they pop up uninvited everywhere. 🙂

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  3. Dr Bob Rich's avatar Dr Bob Rich says:

    From Fiona Lemmon:

    I enjoyed its frivolity, humour and offbeat acknowledgement of Christmas.  I did try to leave a comment but got in all sorts of tangles with WordPress.  I thanked you for sharing your story and hoped that you and Ducky were able to pull a Christmas quacker or two.  

    Yours metaChristmasly –

    Fiona

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  4. Skye-writer's avatar Skye-writer says:

    What a fun cousin to have….you never have to explain anything – he just knows.

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    • Dr Bob Rich's avatar Dr Bob Rich says:

      Thank you, Skye. Didn’t come out in this story, but that species is quite fascinating. And they are going to transform Venus to their liking, then settle there before their home star goes supernova.

      🙂

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