Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 22-12-2012

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She listened as he walked her through his drawing – his proof that a sleigh filled with many tons of toys, pulled by non-flying mammals, couldn’t possibly exist. His eyes filled with tears. “But, Nikola,” she said gently, “if we take as our assumption that this IS possible and DOES happen, we must approach the problem differently. What is the actual mode of acceleration? What temporal anomalies are employed to explain the travel?” The boy’s face brightened, his eyes wide. He hugged her and sprinted off to his room to think on it. Her heart ached for her extremely factual, overly serious son. “Please,” Mrs Tesla prayed silently at the dining room table, “let him keep his wonder about the world.”

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