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Calibration 74: Chapter Four
Calibration 74 is a serial novel experiment, posted unedited as it is written. It is recommended you start at the beginning.
Chapter Four
A carpet and a rug are two rather different things, though I still use the terms interchangeably when I feel it’s time to rhyme. And that’s what I did. I rhymed. In my recap of the exploration on floor one of my little chateau (or crappy apartment or crack house or whatever you want to imagine it to be), I rhymed like a stupid little Dr. Seuss.
But stupidity or silliness or proclivities for flights of fancy don’t change the fact that my rhyme was true. Truth in most part. 50% or greater truth.
Truth at its core.
Because I did dig. I digged and I dugged.
Underneath the rug.
Or, to be more accurate (as accuracy is the name of the game when you want people to believe you and I want you to believe me even if I don’t believe myself), I dug beneath the carpet.
Frayed and stained and tattered and tan, the carpet that had pulled up from the corner continued to pull up … with a bit of coaxing by yours truly. The little nails or staples or whatever you call those poky things you catch your toes on when you step too close to the edges strained a bit under the pressure of my forceful tearing…
