Walk This Way
Originally posted on September 6, 2008
Thanks to beamlette for writing 90% of this story
Zenny: *From another room* Peeeeeeeeeeete! Mom says get your butt out here!
Pete: *mumbling* Yeah right, Zenny, like Mom would say “butt.”
Persephone: Greetings Peter.
Pete: Persephone! What are you doing here…?….I mean…..
Pete: I mean… it’s great to see you. I wasn’t expecting to.
Persephone: That much is obvious.
Pete: So what’s the occasion?
Persephone: Nothing noteworthy. It seems my feet have a mind of their own, and exercised their power over my choice of destination this day, is all.
Pete: So….I owe this visit to your feet, then… how long have they been operating independently? *chuckle*
Persephone: *sigh* That was most disingenuous of me, Peter – the culpability here lies not with my mode of locomotion – but a metaphysical portion of my anatomy –
Persephone: -- the root of which, indeed, is very much physical; primal, even –
Pete: You’re blaming biology now!
Persephone: Affirmative. It is said that biology is destiny. An oversimplification, I hasten to add; as we know, there are myriad factors involved in the process --
Pete: It is complicated… which makes it interesting… we should try simplifying –
Persephone: I concur – shall we, then, forthwith --
Pete: If Biology Lab had been anything like that in high school, there’s no way I would ever have joined the Drama Department.
Persephone: A good instructor endeavors to inspire….