The Cubic Prism (WOE week 24)

Write At The Merge challenge this week is to use the word tesseract along with an image of a cluttered table.

It's been a while since I've been there, and it's been even longer since I've worked with my Gibson Girls. I'm hoping I'm not too rusty.

I give you the following in response: Speaking in the Fourth Dimension

Penny rejoined her sister in the living room armed with pumpkin pie. "Ams, look what I found."

“Are you sure about that last word? Prestidigitator doesn’t seem to fit.” Amber looked up from her crossword puzzle, frowning. "Where was that hiding?"

Penny glanced over her twin’s shoulder at the scribble in the column, "It wasn’t hiding. Grams left it out on the counter. That a is supposed to be an i.” She pointed at the wrong letter before she plopped down in the worn armchair, dislodging throw cushions in the process. "I wish she had cream cheese."

“You know I’ve changed that a hundred times,” Amber flipped her pencil about to use the eraser again. "On sweet potato pie?"

“It’s pumpkin, Silly. Although, why not? Some would argue that they taste similar.”

“Yuck,” Done with her latest correction, Amber tapped her pencil to her chin. “Good Earth author, four letters.”

“Buck.” She paused before giggling, “That rhymed.”

“You sure that’s pumpkin pie?” Amber cocked an eyebrow before applying her pencil to her puzzle. “Grams can’t have pumpkin with her renal diet you know.”

“She’s not supposed to have sweet potatoes either.” Penny squished a bite of pie around her teeth, savoring the memories. Grams always kept a can of pumpkin in case Grandda did something to earn a pie. “Wonder if he misses this.”

“Who? Buck?”

“Pearl Buck, dingaling. As in girl.”

“Why’d you call her a dude? Fourth Dimension Cube.”

“And now you’re rhyming Ams. I was talking about Dad. Being in the military. I wondered if he misses the pies.”

“Penns, they have pie in the military.  Maybe even sweet potato pie. There’s entirely too many ehssez.”

Penny swallowed and, refusing to leave any scrumptious morsel behind, scraped her plate with her fork for the last bits. “I said it was pumpkin. What do you mean ehssez?”

“Not ehssez. Blank, blank, s, s, blank, s…”

“What’s the clue again?”

“Fourth dimension cube. It isn’t a reference to that stupid space odyssey you’re always talking about, is it?”

“The Next Generation isn’t…” Penny bit her tongue. “OW!”

“That doesn’t have any s…what’d you do this time?”

“I think that last s gave me a toothache.” Penny set her dish on the footstool and crossed the floor to the card table. Cluttered with correspondence and advertisements, the table was the catch-all for the last few days. “I’ll find it someday.”

“What?”

“My brain.” Penny shuffled some papers around and spied toothpicks next to the sugar cubes. “That’s logical.”

Amber snorted. “Okay, Dr. Spock.”

“Mr. Spock, oh never mind. You said blank, blank, s, s, blank, s…are you sure that last s isn’t an r?”

“Yeah. Bisdhouse…oops, you’re right an r.”

“Tesseract.” Penny returned with a handful of toothpicks and the sugar cubes.

“What’s a tesseract?”

“The 4D thingy. I’m going to build you one.”

Amber snatched the sugar bowl away. “Oh no you don’t. You promised me Disneyland, not a science project.”