Last week, the kids got sick. Then they gave it to me and I got sick, too.
Now, this really never happens. I never get sick. I am immune to everything! But this thing the kids found and dragged home last week, it even took me down. Our fevers climbed so high that music turned architectural and our iphones looked like blurs.
What else could I do? I tucked the kids into bed and I pulled up a chair and told them stories.
I told them stories I’d written (and some that I’d stolen) and I described worlds I’d made (and some I’d visited), and I gave them the sorts of warnings that good parents give their children at one time or another growing up.
One of the things was a story and a world and a warning all in one.
This is how it went: