Luckily, a sea shanty which, in a remarkable way, appears to summarise the adventures of Kimbell so far has recently been recovered from a 114 Brook St, Toronto second storey bedroom drawer. Undoubtedly, the lost Chapters 3 & 4 contain all the musical annotations necessary for a possible rendition of this song, together with a link to a video set somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean.
And at that very moment
Pasha kissed the elbow
of the ‘Four Rivers’ console
and set off an enormous
explosion outside the world renowned
Valentin Research Facility
"I aint dead yet," mumbled
Kimbell as he slowly
got to his feet. The
control room was empty
the air a toxic haze so thick it's a
wonder any self respecting physicist could breathe
He reached for the Gasman
with his one good hand and as
consciousness faded he
swallowed the certain fact that
a chain reaction in the
air even then was
engulfing the planet at some
speed them robots wouldn’t believe
Looking to the north from a
broken down verandah
Belinda and her kids watched the
great dark churning mass of cloud
come rolling across the horizon
thinking all the time they’d soon be dead
And next thing they’re floating
in a six foot wide flying saucer
that was made of some undiscovered
metal and was open to the
air and heading down the gravel
road right past the old milking shed
She noticed right then that the
railings needed painting and the
poplar trees were ever so
delicately waving. Her young
children seemed accustomed to such
smoothness in the field that the
system switched to manual
and the light blinking orange turned to red
Kimbell opened his eyes looking
up at the face of some
woman he thought he might’ve known
a long time ago when he was just
a boy on some middle-of-nowhere
farm and she was just a little girl
And at this very moment there’s a
break in the transcript (we can
only surmise what may or
may not have happened
to the entities in question and
because of which a number of rumours swirled)
Abbie snatched a bug from the
limb of some shrub and she
put it between her teeth as she
haunched down over Kimbell and said
"You still alive mister
husband, looks like you been taken
over by some poisonous plant, or are
you just one less cicada in this world?”
The Van Dyke crystal had a
mind of its own. Abbie never
knew if it just thought of something
clever or all the time it had some
plan in the pipeline so
unlikely that it made sense
The air was properly twinkling as the
Gasman gave up thinking and
Pasha flapped her wings like a
parrot does when she’s got something to
say but what it is is better
said with some righteous show of clumsiness
The plot being so simple and yet so
self-referential with the
characters beguiling and the
dialogue chic-retro, Linda
knew she had a winner as she
saved the final version to a
folder whose title was “If
Only I Knew How The Story Ends”
