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Notes
1 In early time, fishing lures were made from bone or bronze.
2 A fishing lure is a type of artificial fishing bait which is designed to attract a fish's attention.
3 The Chinese were the first to make fishing line, spun from fine silk.
1 In early time, fishing lures were made from bone or bronze.
2 A fishing lure is a type of artificial fishing bait which is designed to attract a fish's attention.
3 The Chinese were the first to make fishing line, spun from fine silk.
Chapter (10)
~ Shimmering Lure
In visible frustration Us tries to smooth out the fold marks on the table cloth, but is careful not to leak any more joint grease onto the white textile. “I can’t believe you are doing this!? Do you understand how irresponsible you’re being?” Us says stifling the words as they come out. Enraged, _______ growls back: “I am not the one who told him to take the pod out!?” ______ gets up so fast that he knocks his chair to the floor as well as his glass which smashes to the right of the table. Everyone in the restaurant is instantly on edge. Through the large window a sharp light flashes like a shimmering lure on _______’s cheek; late day sun bounced from the chrome blinders of a passing horse. ______ leaves without another word.
Us remains seated and watches ______ as he drives away, absorbed into the city traffic. On the surface the restaurant has returned to normal — but Us can feel the whispery, sidelong glances. “Other’s people’s drama is such a windfall for light conversation” Us thinks. Deciding to get something else, Us flags down the waiter. He rolls over in an air of sanctimony. Through a resigned sigh Us orders: “A bottle of Endrake oil and two slib farsons.” “Very good.” The waiter speeds away to punch in the request.
Us returns to looking out the window. Above the darting pedestrians on the other side of the street, a sign is flashing; it’s blinking a slogan: “Reboot! Renew! You deserve it!” “The colors are pretty for such a trite adage” Us thinks without commitment. Farther up Us sees some movement in a frosted window. Moving the glance downwards, onto the interior sill of the window Us sees a small laptern beatle scuttling along the ridge. Us thinks about how many smaller creatures must be moving around everywhere, moving on every surface. The waiter returns and sets the order down.
The Endrake oil helps Us to relax, but still returns to nervously smoothing the table cloth with near glitch level constancy.
