His name was Francis and he was born with an odd gift. By the time he was twenty, he was still a baby and his mother was dead. They switched him to goats milk and kept him in a cage.
I found him on an app; F4F. I’d been having trouble making new friends in Russia. So, I signed up and put in my information, interests, morals and so on. It set me up on something called a F4Fate.
“It’s a date,” my grilfriend said.
“A friend date.”
She shrugged. “Still a date.”
I went anyways. He was ten minutes late, led in by his caretaker.
“His name is Francis, he was born with an odd gift,” his caretaker told me; her name was Olga.
I was half-way through my second beer. “Hi,” I told Francis.
“Omphlalaa boogle-snarf,” Francis replied, unenthused.
Olga shrugged. “He doesn’t speak English. He’s been alive for, hm–” she looked away, “a few thousand years at least. We felt like he needed some social time.”
I frowned at Francis, he didn’t seem too interested in anything, especially me. “I–uh, I don’t speak Russian very well,” I told her, or him, or both.
Olga sighed. “He doesn’t either, we don’t actually know what he speaks, a dead language presumably.”
She seemed bored.
“Humble-gruff!” Francis cried. Olga checked her watch, then nodded. She held out her wrist to Francis, he kissed it. When he did, her wrist glowed a bit. I frowned.
“It doesn’t hurt,” Olga reassured me. “He just takes a little life now, keeps him able.”
I leaned away from the pair. Francis did look old, but not frail. I ordered another beer.
“Umgfrlumpus!” he said, pulling his lips from Olga’s wrist.
I shrugged and ordered him a beer too. Olga declined. We sat in silence for a while. This is what I get for looking for friends on an app, I thought. Francis hummed to himself as he drank. I wondered when I could leave without running the risk of having my life wrist-kissed out of my body. To pass the time I had a go at Francis.
“So, what do you like to do?” I asked him.
He grunted. “Inklifundershuck.”
I sighed, then frowned, thinking.
“Inklifundershuck?” I said. Francis looked up at me. He raised an eyebrow.
Then, he smiled. “Jusflrunhcter,” he said.
“Klimblginter,” I replied.
“Vlimpsitsfik!” he cried.
I leaned toward him and held up my finger.
“Tlipl-shfffter.”
He followed suit, saying it softer, “Tlipl-shfffter.”
At this we both burst out laughing. Francis turned to Olga and held out his finger. ” Tlipl-shfffter!” he spat at her, “Tlipl-shfffter!”
He had to put down his beer he was laughing so hard. Olga looked from him to me in a confused sort of horror. She looked at her own finger.
“Tlipl-shfffter?” she asked, “what–what are you guys talking about?”
I shook my head, catching my breath. “Absolutely nothing,” I told her, feeling as though I’d finally found a friend I understood.
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Hahaha, I think this is my favorite story at all. At first, I had to torment myself through these abbreviations, which I had to “google” … already the first word, I was sure, it is from a strange language ….. well, I had really problems to get into the history .. and then the twist at the end. You got me completely with it.
And it is such a beautiful gesture for “being different” …. refreshing dialogues in a history of respect….respect!!!!!
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haha thank you very much. I’m glad you liked this one. I’d been thinking it over for a long time and it just came out this way.
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I´m glad that it came out this way, you had a good reflexion!
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Bizarre!
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haha thank you. I enjoy bizarre a lot. Sometimes I worry I’ve stepped over into too bizarre.
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Oh no way. It’s a good bizarre. 🙂
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haha awesome. Happy to hear it.
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It is bizarre in a very sympathetic way, flash, and so detailed thought out. You always can discover something new. The realization at the end, that they talk about nothing, also says so much. There was the loneliness and the fate-app you followed, then there was that life-absorbing something, that made no sense. But it was sympathetic and you understood somehow. They are just looking forward, and everything that is talked about is actually no matter, because there is no choice in any case fate is destiny. It would be interesting to know, what his girlfriend said! Thank you very much for this wonderful story!
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haha I’m glad you found so much in it.
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A great gotcha!
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haha thank you
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So clever (as always). Thanks
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Thanks for reading and letting me know. I am glad this one was enjoyable. It took me a couple attempts to get it where I was happy.
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Marvellous, this was engaging for me on many levels; the loneliness of having to search for a friend, then overcoming the language barrier. Mind you I have witnessed many equally odd conversations after a few beers.
i also found a kind of sadness for Francis at first and then delighted that he, at las,t has found a friend of equal ability to speak goobilelgook.
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Awesome. Thank you. Yeah I think a happy ending is what all the characters needed…except Olga but she doesn’t seem like someone I’d want to have a beer with anyways.
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hahahaha oh my gosh, I so love your writing.
That first paragraph seriously made me laugh out loud.
Perceptive and brilliant as usual. I do believe YOU have a gift 🙂
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haha thank you very very much. I have been stressing out a bit as we get closer to the end of our project and worrying that suddenly my head will empty of good stories but it’s nice to hear that they still entertain.
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You are very welcome!
And they most definitely do!
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well it´s not the worst thing to still be a baby, or?
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Really interesting and flow was perfect – couldn’t pull myself away!
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Awesome, thank you so much for reading and letting me know. I am always happy to hear it.
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🙂
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TLIPL-SHFFFTER!!!
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Jflinkterbisk!
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Skazpunz….k
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Omg this is wonderful, totally laughed out loud.The texture, depth, of your work gives so much pleasure.
You’re so close to the finish line. Can’t wait to celebrate you guys.
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haha thanks. And yeah, one month I think. It’s a bit stressful. I have no idea what to do with all the work we’ve produced after it’s all done. I’m waiting until we finish to think about it. But right now it’s about finishing then, hell yes, celebrating and then taking the next step.
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Great story! I have so done that myself!
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haha some of the best conversations I’ve every had
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