Hasdru
“Hasdru foeb ya?”
He was clearly in need so I handed it to him. He smiled gratefully and took the remote control, but then an anxious furrow crossed his brow, “Fgresu yon tsk?”
I pointed at the red button.
He nodded, now understanding completely, and tapped the button.
The air sizzled with crimson lightning and he disappeared, returning to his home in Nevada where the Jones’ wondered what was going on with their garden gnome.
