Time For Supper
The "Help" message had disappeared from the screen and he heard his mother yelling to him in that tone of voice which said that she'd already called him two times. "John! It's time for dinner."
On the screen was another message. "You have beaten the Evil One this time. But he will come back." The game started to play the Evil One's laugh, but John turned off the computer in the middle of that. What a weird dream, John thought, as he put away the disks.
Just before he turned off the light he reached into his pocket and pulled out a feather, a bright blue and green one. Now how did that get there? he thought. His mom called him again, a "This is the Last Time" very much in her voice. He put the feather on his desk and turned out the light.
His father was at the table. "How'd the game go?"
"I tell you," his mother said, "he gets so wrapped up in that thing."
"Well, Dad, I got the Evil One this time. But he'll be back."
"What do you want to drink?" his mother asked him. "Coke," he said. She handed him a can and a glass. On the back of the can, in an advertisement about seeing the magic kingdom at Disneyworld, was a small gold sword. His hand tingled from the coldness of the can.
He looked at his mom as she spooned vegetables onto his plate. "What's for dessert?" he asked.
