The Child Who Counted Pipes
A child who can count pipes will not get lost the way maps get lost.
A fictional narrative within Callizto Dark Symphony.
“Seven, eight, the one that knocks.”
Orrin listened.
“Nine?”
“Nine is rude. Sleeping.”
Pell-below gave the child a dry rag to fold, which is how you employ someone who is seven.
Municipal Water would have wanted a diagram.
The child had a better one: names that were behaviors.
When the current shrugged, she did not cry.
She counted until the polite pipe spoke.
Then she handed back the rag, which was rent.
Mentioned in this record
- Municipal Water