I own Thomas, Elizabeth, Henry, and John Walker. Disney owns everyone else. Including me. Seriously. It’s in the contract I signed back when I worked for the Mouse.
By definition, my story passed short story awhile ago, and is now a novella with over 190 pages at 200 words per page.
Thanks for the kind reviews. Does my heart good to know I’m telling a tale that’s enjoyed.
As Kim and Ron leave their hut, they come across Thomas, a satellite phone held to his ear, and a dour expression on his face, “Thanks for telling me,” he says to whoever’s on the other end. Pausing, he listens, then gives a quick nod, “Yes. I believe they need to be told,” nodding at whatever is said, he responds, “I’ll tell them now. Thank you for calling Betty. I’ll call you later.”
Hanging up, he looks at Kim and Ron, “Master Sensei’s gonna be ticked. Oh well. Come with me you two”