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   {ASSM} Enlightenment

   [Esu Migabe] (Flash, no-sex, some rubber)
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WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language of an
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Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental and unintentional.
The characters and situations portrayed are pure fantasy; the author is
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adult world.  Please do not allow or cause this story to fall in to the

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   This is a short story based on the instructions found on a Christmas
present.  Strange sometimes what can trigger a story.

   Enlightenment

   He had sat in the darkened space for what had seemed an age.  Surely it
couldn't have been as long as he had imagined.  After all, time goes so
slowly when you are cut off from the world.  What seemed like weeks may
have only been a matter of days.  He felt lonely and miserable; how much
longer was he going to have to sit here detached from reality?

   He heard voices, followed by a rustling sound - his ears strained to
catch it - could his dark days at an end?  Yes!  He saw a glimmer of light,
quickly followed by more and more brightness.  His eyes blinked rapidly as
he took in the rapidly changing scene.  Bright lights adorned a tree.  Lots
of cheerful voices rang through the room.

   His spirits soared, as he realised his long darkness was over.  He was
going to take his place in the real world again.

   He listened to the excited voices around him, still unable to make a
sound.

   "Oh, look at him, isn't he great!"

   "I can't wait to get him in my bath!  Do you think he will sink or
swim?"

   "Probably sink, look he has a squeaker," he heard another voice reply.

   `No way, not after all this time,' he thought.

   `I am not going to be abandoned to the bathroom windowsill, or left as a
long forgotten object.  I am going to do my job - after all, rubber ducks
can swim or float through anything!'

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   Smiles - it said on the packaging `and I quote' "Float your bathtime
friend, a duck, on the sumptuous bubbles."

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Foot Notes (C) Esu Migabe December 2004
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