Mr Landen Has No Brain. Stephen Walker

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СКАЧАТЬ He’d insisted on a Colt 45 because the Shadow used them, and Magic Keith was as elusive as the Shadow – he’d claimed. She removed the safety catch, and stuck the gun down the back of her jeans’ belt for easy access. She pulled the back of her sweater down to hide it, prayed that this wasn’t Cthulha’s mother, and readied herself.

      She unfastened the door’s top bolt.

      She unfastened the door’s bottom bolt.

      She twisted the yale lock and opened the door.

      The hissing sound of rain filled the entrance hall. Its back to her, the figure whistled a non-specific tune as the rain pummelled its umbrella.

      ‘Hello?’ Sally prepared to grab the gun but the figure turned and grinned at her, large droplets dripping from the tips of its umbrella spokes.

      And frowning Sally said, ‘Teena?’

      Behind her ‘winning’ smile the scientist seemed embarrassed. ‘Ah. Yes. We seem to have got ourselves locked out and were wondering if we could spend the night here?’

      ‘We?’ She glanced at the darkness surrounding Teena, relieved to see no giant rabbits or that creepy Mr Landen.

      A sideways nod of Teena’s head drew her attention to the string in Teena’s right hand. The string’s free end was high in the air, hidden by the top of the door. Sally leaned forward to see what was up there.

      And her jaw dropped.

      Floating at the end of that string was a cow.

      ‘What sort of genius locks herself out of her mobile home?’

      ‘When I said we’d got ourselves locked out, I should have said Mr Landen’s locked us out. I didn’t want to blame him outright because he doesn’t seem to be himself lately.’

      ‘And you don’t have a key?’

      ‘It’s bolted from the inside. And, sadly, before I left, I repaired the hole Lepus left – an action taken at your insistence, I should point out.’

      ‘Teena?’

      ‘Uh huh?’

      ‘What exactly is that?’ Sally stood in the rain, holding the umbrella over herself as Teena tethered her flying cow to the offices’ front door. Her mobile home was no more than eight feet away to her left. What was it with her? She couldn’t tie cows to her own front door?

      As though to counterbalance the mobile home, a caravan stood at the offices’ other flank. The sign hanging from its doorknob read, THE WYNDHAM FINISHING SCHOOL FOR DAINTY YOUNG LADIES but Sally wasn’t interested in that. She’d seen its occupants.

      Teena ignored the rain, tied off with a knot that only seamen should know, took three steps back and stood beside Sally. She smelled of strawberries. Not real strawberries but the strawberry-centre chocolate you always eat first from the box because it’s your favourite. Anyone else wet smells like the Coffee Cream that sits ignored for weeks because you don’t know anyone who likes them then has to be thrown away before it goes mouldy.

      Polka dot rags plastered to her cheeks, Teena admired her own handiwork. ‘Sally, meet my latest project.’

      ‘It’s flying.’

      ‘Floating.’

      ‘Big difference.’

      ‘The moment I came across her I knew she’d be perfect for Experiment X.’

      ‘Experiment X?’ If this involved boyfriends.

      ‘My venture into anti-gravity. You see, I’ve done what no one else has. I’ve proven not only that anti-gravity exists but that it’s a force to equal gravity. I will of course be winning a Nobel Prize.’

      ‘But you’ll be leaving her out here all night?’

      ‘You’d rather I brought her inside?’

      ‘No but…’

      ‘Cows are hardy creatures well used to life outdoors.’

      ‘But the rain?’

      ‘Won’t bother her in the slightest.’

      ‘Are you sure?’

      ‘Positive.’

      ‘How are you sure?’

      ‘Because she’s indestructible.’

      Teena still stood beside Sally in the rain, her strawberry smell starting to make Sally hungry. Sally watched her. She looked so soft and smooth and creamy that Sally wanted to bite a chunk out of her. She’d taste like cake and have no bones just icing, no muscle just sponge cake, no blood just strawberry jam. In all her body there’d be not one human biological substance, just items fresh from the dessert tray. The walking gateau said, ‘On my walk, I encountered a small shop on the edge of town.’

      ‘A cake shop?’ Sally’s stomach rumbled.

      Teena slapped her.

      Sally stepped back, shocked, clutching her stinging cheek. “What the hell was that for?’

      ‘You were thinking of eating me.’

      ‘No I wasn’t. I don’t eat people. You city types, you’re all the same, always looking down on us, always saying we’re cannibals.’

      Teena said, ‘Frankly you’ve lost me. I merely recognized the look on your face. Being beautiful, I’ve seen it so often.’

      ‘Oh.’ Sally watched the ground, wishing she’d kept her mouth shut.

      ‘I’m sorry about hitting you but it was the best way to snap you out of it.’ She grabbed Sally’s arm and yanked her back to a position beside her, presumably Teena’s idea of reconciliation. ‘Now; the general store; while there I bought the ingredients needed for the anti-gravity cream.’

      Sally still held her throbbing cheek. ‘From a general store?’

      ‘Anti-gravity cream can easily be made with household materials. After I’d finished, I had some materials left over, so I concocted a quantity of Indestructible Cream and applied it liberally. Clytemnestra’s fully atom bomb proof – the first of many such cows.’

      ‘Teena?’

      ‘Uh huh?’

      ‘Why would you want to make cows atom bomb proof?’

      ‘So they don’t hurt themselves when they fall from the sky.’

      ‘Cows don’t fall from the sky.’

      ‘They will when the anti-gravity cream wears off.’

      ‘But you’ve only coated one in anti-gravity cream.’

      ‘Well…’ Her voice tailed away. She gazed skyward.

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