"Hermes? Really?" Jake says, interviewing Ringo at North's house for Jake's blog.
"Yeah? Why not?" Ringo, a.k.a. The Pamphleteer, asks, taking a sip of Mrs. West's famous lemonade, "He's said to have invented wrestling. He's the patron god of travelers and I'm on the road a lot."
"But . . ."
"But 'he's not real'. Don't laugh. At least I know my god is made up. A lot of people don't. They're the ones to watch out for."
"If you know he's made up, how can you . . ."
"Believe in him? Why not? It's a comfort to think that some imaginary force is on my side, that somebody's looking out for me. That's what's wrong with the world. No one believes in anything anymore. That's even been a problem with wrestling. Wasn't it better when people thought it was real and the wrestlers really hated each other? Wouldn't it be cooler to think that Wada Wolf was really a werewolf and not just a Japanese guy with a hairy back?"
"I don't know. I like it as it is. It seemed like it used to be pretty ridiculous when they still insisted it was real."
"Yeah, but it made you wonder, didn't it? 'Maybe it is real'. It was nice to have that curtain of doubt, even as thin as it got."
"Speaking of which, Francine's convinced that you're the writer of those pamphlets, but she said that you won't admit to it."
"I won't admit to it because I'm not behind it. I do like them though; that's why I distribute them around. Which reminds me, North, we need to stop at a copystore before we go. I need to make more copies of the pamphlets."
North, flexing his muscles and posing for the mirror in the living room, nods, and then goes back to admiring himself in the mirror.
"So why does the writer of the pamphlets always drop in a wrestling term or two?" Jake asks.
"I don't know. You'll have to ask him," Ringo says and winks.
"Ah, you winked! You are him!"
"No, I didn't. You must have been hallucinating. North, did you see any wink?"
"Huh? I was staring in the mirror; I didn't see anything," North says, turning towards Jake and Ringo, "Working out with you these past couple of days has buffed me up. I look good."
"See, no wink," Ringo says, winking.
"I have to get a video camera for future interviews," Jake says.
"You'd still never catch me winking. Like Hermes, I am fast," Ringo says.
"Wasn't Hermes the god of liars too?" Jake asks.
"Well, he's the god of storytellers. A fiction may be imaginary, but that doesn't mean it's not true."
North interrupts, "Unless Hermes is running us over to Detroit, we better get going."
"Well, thanks for the interview," Jake says, "Sorry I can't go with you to the show, but break a leg or whatever."
"It's wrestling. Whose leg do you want me to break?" Ringo says, winking.
Blog Love Omega Glee is a novel by Wred Fright about two bloggers who fall in love while the world falls apart, which is being serialized on his blog. To start reading from the beginning or read another installment, please visit Blog Love Omega Glee Central on WredFright.Com. If you like what you've read, or you've read all of Blog Love Omega Glee and want more Fright, then please read his first novel, which is available in print and as an ebook.
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