Barnabus

A distant star system on the edge of the galaxy…

a tale of the twilight continuum

The two of them stared out into the nebula lit by the cool K-type, which flickered orange in the distant vapor.

Theirs was a smooth quiet. One well-worn, rich with nuance, subtle displeasures, potent presuppositions, outlandish outrage, with nary a syllable between the two sentients.

A flicker of a tail, a crook of a staff; a singular duel of silence, each communicating both pleasure and disruption of quality of life, constant travel and insufferable company, with which, one would be bored with having to entertain their witless babble; immortal lives filled with nothing significant, no matter how far traveled.

Then the silence became even more strident. A paw lifted. And settled again, slightly akimbo.

A brow furrowed, a pregnant pause, and with an eloquence befit an aria of angels, an elbow bent, a hat tipped, a contract signed.

As the lawyer strode from the room, a pace measured with the click of a cane on a duraplas floor worth more than his entire firm, a silent prayer, to a dozen named gods, three of whom are still living, an interaction by which he will never need work again breathed only as the door closed behind him.

Still silent, he would have communicated his contempt, and his jealousy to his former client.

And he knew, his client would not care. His client owned an entire star system and named it after himself.

Cats don’t care what you think.

Barnabus © Thaddeus Howze 2017, All Rights Reserved

Thaddeus Howze is a writer, essayist, author and professional storyteller for mysterious beings who exist in non-Euclidean realms beyond our understanding. You can follow him on Twitter or support his writings on Patreon.