By Michael J. Solender –
Apologies to Mike Whitney
So many years had passed since Mongo Junior’s exodus from the humble cave where he once broke boulders into gravel that he scarcely recognized the place. He strode quietly to the front door with his new bride soaking it all in. The aroma of freshly hunted Emu grilling on the spit indoors filled the air. He was home.
When his parents had learned of Junior’s recent betrothal, all past indiscretions were forgotten and the welcome stone was placed out for his return.
Barely halfway into the stucco plastered dwelling Junior and his Mrs. were greeted by the long furrow in Mongo’s cantilevered brow. It was deep enough for lichens and other mold spore to take hold there, and hold they had taken. The resulting greenish hue gave Mongo a supernatural glow that was off-putting to quadrupeds of all varieties but was an aphrodisiac of sorts to Bev, Mongo’s wife.
"Son!" Mongo was grunting, "What has that city life done to you, you barely have any facial hair or traditional family markings??"
It was as if they had never met before but an eerie familiarity greeted them as they sized each other up face to face for the first time in dozens of years.
"Pops!" Junior exclaimed. "It is great to be back, this is my new bride Muffin."
"Strange name this Muffin. Though, you seem to have done well for yourself." Mongo was eying Junior’s stalwart cave mate up and down and up again. "She’ll likely make for fine offspring, this one, definitely a breeder!"
"Actually Pops, breeding excessively is frowned upon in the future state from which we visit you. In fact procreation decisions are left almost exclusively to the female of the species. My role is simply to perform upon command!"
"Wha!! Whazzatt you say . . . no hair pulling? No chest beating? What kind of future is this??"
Mongo was incredulous. He could not believe what he was hearing.
"It is best if you keep your woman away from Bev. Far away. She already has much strange ideas…this one of yours…Muffin from the future…Mongo and Bev, we are simply not prepared for her kind!"
"Don’t worry Pops," Mongo Junior smiled wryly as he handed several blue diamond shaped tablets to his father. "One of these accompanying any request from mom and you’re ready for anything! Just let me know if things ..uh..stay up..uh..for more than four hours."
"Four hours…??? Maybe the future not so bad after all…."
© Michael J Solender . . . 2009