I was his guardian now, after the shooting. We would
talk about anything, little Thaddeus and I, while we sat on the living room rug, in the dark, with a
flashlight. Thaddeus thought of it as a sort of
magic wand. We would sometimes make
shadows on the wall, but most often he would draw with the beam, and I would try to guess what he depicted.
That night, one of them was a swooping U shape -- a horseshoe? A
rainbow? No, a
magnet he said. That led to a discussion of electromagnetism. He wondered if it would be possible to build an electromagnetic weapon, a gun that would shoot a beam, like a tiny
lightning bolt, through a
keyhole.
"Maybe," I said. "But why would you want to do that
?"
"To stun people. Not kill them."
"And why would you want to do that?"
"So nobody would ever need bullets again."
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(The
bold-faced words are interpreted from the images on Rory's Story Cubes)