Episode 31
Synchro
“Mostly book-keeping jobs,” she answered. “And some reception work.”
She delicately broke off small lumps of fish and slid them into her mouth without showing her tongue.
“This is delicious,” she said between mouthsfull. “How’s yours?”
“Mmm. Good,” he lied. His sense of taste went on hold the moment he saw Cindy.
“What do you do after work, to unwind?” she asked.
He had to think about that.
He’d spent every waking hour on the job for years except for the dating that ended abruptly.
“Run. I run everyday.”
“Do you compete?”
“No just do it to keep fit.”
It hit him suddenly. He knew why his relationships had been so short. He was boring. He’d bored them to death. All he was good at was his job. He had no hobbies other than running and that was to ward off health issues caused by sitting in front a of a computer for extended hours.
Geez! He didn’t want to bore Cindy.
How does a workaholic keep a beautiful woman interested?
The restaurant noise blurred into the silence between them.
The jingle burst out from the vibrating phone in his pocket breaking the silence.
Synch smiled apologetically at Cindy as he read the caller name.
It was David Finestra.
“Dav…” he began.
“Don’t say another word. Just get up, walk out front and get in the car with us,” said David.
“But…”
“Bring her too. Move now!”
Continued…
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Thursday, February 26, 2009
Episode 30: Spaghetti Straps
Episode 30
Synchro
The waiter left them. Synch studied her dark eyes, her smooth round face and those lips, full, defined, kissable. He’d like to find out how kissable.
“Do you always stare at your date?” she asked blushing and smiling.
“Sorry.” It was his turn to blush.
He sipped his wine. And fiddled with the table napkin.
“Have you always lived in Brisbane?”
“No,” she said. “I was born in Melbourne, grew up in Bundaberg and moved to Brisbane to be with my ex.” She momentarily looked down. “There weren’t a lot of job opportunities for young people in Bundy either. What about you?”
“Almost the same. Born in Melbourne, grew up in Gympie and moved to Brisbane to take up an apprenticeship.”
“A trade?”
“Motor mechanic. Lasted three months, hated it,” he said.
“Then what?”
“Checkout Charlie, pizza delivery, cleaner at a backpackers hostel. I met a lot of friendly travelers from overseas there. One Japanese guy told me how he was making a fortune online.”
“Why was he backpacking if he had a fortune?”
“He’d already visited Australia and done the guided tour thing. He loved it and wanted to see it again at ground level as he put it. He taught me a great deal about how to set up an online business.”
“So you tried it and hit the jackpot,” she smiled.
“Not exactly,” he said. “It took a few years to perfect it. I made a lot of mistakes, found a lot things not to do but the advances I made were encouraging. I kept at it. It was the only thing I really liked doing.”
“What do your parents think about your business?” she asked.
He smiled thinking how less odd-ball they seemed as he got older.
“Took a while to grasp the concept that a computer is my tool of trade. They still believe a good quality spanner or screw driver is more dependable than the internet.”
“There might be some truth in that,” she said.
“Yeah, servers do go down from time to time,” he said.
The restaurant was filling up and getting warm. She leaned forward and removed her long sleeved blouse. Her spaghetti strap camisole sat neatly across her breasts. The round mounds…
“What jobs have you had?” he asked purposely cutting off his thoughts. Got to stop the normal physical re-action to looking at well rounded breasts.
Damn!
Too late.
The waiter arrived with their meals.
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Synchro
The waiter left them. Synch studied her dark eyes, her smooth round face and those lips, full, defined, kissable. He’d like to find out how kissable.
“Do you always stare at your date?” she asked blushing and smiling.
“Sorry.” It was his turn to blush.
He sipped his wine. And fiddled with the table napkin.
“Have you always lived in Brisbane?”
“No,” she said. “I was born in Melbourne, grew up in Bundaberg and moved to Brisbane to be with my ex.” She momentarily looked down. “There weren’t a lot of job opportunities for young people in Bundy either. What about you?”
“Almost the same. Born in Melbourne, grew up in Gympie and moved to Brisbane to take up an apprenticeship.”
“A trade?”
“Motor mechanic. Lasted three months, hated it,” he said.
“Then what?”
“Checkout Charlie, pizza delivery, cleaner at a backpackers hostel. I met a lot of friendly travelers from overseas there. One Japanese guy told me how he was making a fortune online.”
“Why was he backpacking if he had a fortune?”
“He’d already visited Australia and done the guided tour thing. He loved it and wanted to see it again at ground level as he put it. He taught me a great deal about how to set up an online business.”
“So you tried it and hit the jackpot,” she smiled.
“Not exactly,” he said. “It took a few years to perfect it. I made a lot of mistakes, found a lot things not to do but the advances I made were encouraging. I kept at it. It was the only thing I really liked doing.”
“What do your parents think about your business?” she asked.
He smiled thinking how less odd-ball they seemed as he got older.
“Took a while to grasp the concept that a computer is my tool of trade. They still believe a good quality spanner or screw driver is more dependable than the internet.”
“There might be some truth in that,” she said.
“Yeah, servers do go down from time to time,” he said.
The restaurant was filling up and getting warm. She leaned forward and removed her long sleeved blouse. Her spaghetti strap camisole sat neatly across her breasts. The round mounds…
“What jobs have you had?” he asked purposely cutting off his thoughts. Got to stop the normal physical re-action to looking at well rounded breasts.
Damn!
Too late.
The waiter arrived with their meals.
Continued…
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Writer
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Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Episode 29: Uniquely Named
Episode 29
Synchro
“What would you like?” he asked Cindy as they scanned the menus.
“Grilled barramundi with lemon pepper sauce and salad sounds good,” she answered cooly.
“The t-bone with chips and salad does too,” said Synch.
They put the menus to one side. The soft restaurant lighting caught on her curls shinning like a rash of tiny gold arcs. He felt that stupid smile on his face.
“Do you mind me asking?” She looked embarrassed. “Your name is most unusual. Is it from some exotic unknown land?”
Synch laughed out loud relieved she was aiming to forget the conversation in the car.
“No. I have a twin sister named Mesh,” he explained. “I was born first, by three minutes. My parents are car fanatics. Mum’s a motor mechanic. They thought it was clever to name us after a type of automatic gear shift, ‘synchromesh.’ We got teased a lot at school but I’ve learned to live with it.”
Cindy smiled widely. Her flush deepened.
“At least you weren’t named after a fairytale character.”
“You mean Cinderella?” he asked.
“According to my birth certificate, Cinderella Princess Chalmers. I didn’t put my full name on my resume.”
Synch bit his tongue thinking he wouldn’t either.
“I’m glad my sister and I weren’t twins. We might have been called Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee.”
“What is your sister’s name?”
“Alice after ‘Alice in Wonderland.’”
“Any brothers?” he asked.
“No, fortunately,” she said sipping her soft drink. “Mum was fond of ‘Rumplestiltskin.’” She wrinkled her nose briefly. “If I ever have kids I’ll call them something like John or Mary,” she laughed.
He laughed with her.
“My brother’s name is Conrod.”
“Unusual,” she commented.
“Also a car part,” he smiled.
He loved her smile. It did pleasant things to his insides.
The waiter appeared and took their orders.
Continued…
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Synchro
“What would you like?” he asked Cindy as they scanned the menus.
“Grilled barramundi with lemon pepper sauce and salad sounds good,” she answered cooly.
“The t-bone with chips and salad does too,” said Synch.
They put the menus to one side. The soft restaurant lighting caught on her curls shinning like a rash of tiny gold arcs. He felt that stupid smile on his face.
“Do you mind me asking?” She looked embarrassed. “Your name is most unusual. Is it from some exotic unknown land?”
Synch laughed out loud relieved she was aiming to forget the conversation in the car.
“No. I have a twin sister named Mesh,” he explained. “I was born first, by three minutes. My parents are car fanatics. Mum’s a motor mechanic. They thought it was clever to name us after a type of automatic gear shift, ‘synchromesh.’ We got teased a lot at school but I’ve learned to live with it.”
Cindy smiled widely. Her flush deepened.
“At least you weren’t named after a fairytale character.”
“You mean Cinderella?” he asked.
“According to my birth certificate, Cinderella Princess Chalmers. I didn’t put my full name on my resume.”
Synch bit his tongue thinking he wouldn’t either.
“I’m glad my sister and I weren’t twins. We might have been called Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee.”
“What is your sister’s name?”
“Alice after ‘Alice in Wonderland.’”
“Any brothers?” he asked.
“No, fortunately,” she said sipping her soft drink. “Mum was fond of ‘Rumplestiltskin.’” She wrinkled her nose briefly. “If I ever have kids I’ll call them something like John or Mary,” she laughed.
He laughed with her.
“My brother’s name is Conrod.”
“Unusual,” she commented.
“Also a car part,” he smiled.
He loved her smile. It did pleasant things to his insides.
The waiter appeared and took their orders.
Continued…
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Writer
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Sunday, February 22, 2009
Episode 28: The Not Explanation
Episode 28
Synchro
He picked her up on time.
“I’m really sorry about last night,” he said accelerating around the corner.
“It’s okay,” she smiled. She looked at him expectantly.
He glanced at her. On the outside she was fine about it. On the inside she wanted an explanation.
“It was something that had to be attended to immediately,” he tried to explain without actually explaining.
She nodded.
He had to tell her something.
“It was police business,” he said feeling as if he was standing in quicksand.
She looked worried and moved as far away from him as her seat belt allowed.
“Sounds like trouble,” she said.
“I’m not in any trouble,” he frowned. He was sinking fast.
“I had to help them with something that couldn’t wait. I’m not supposed to tell anyone about it yet,” he added feeling the quicksand rise to his waste.
“Secret spy stuff,” she said still looking out the side window.
“Sort of. Yeah you could say that.”
“Good to hear,” she murmured looking out the side window. “Are you in any danger?”
His peripheral vision caught the swing of her head in his direction.
“No. I just help a bit.” It even sounded lame to him.
She crossed her arms over her midriff.
The quicksand was up to his neck.
Continued…
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Synchro
He picked her up on time.
“I’m really sorry about last night,” he said accelerating around the corner.
“It’s okay,” she smiled. She looked at him expectantly.
He glanced at her. On the outside she was fine about it. On the inside she wanted an explanation.
“It was something that had to be attended to immediately,” he tried to explain without actually explaining.
She nodded.
He had to tell her something.
“It was police business,” he said feeling as if he was standing in quicksand.
She looked worried and moved as far away from him as her seat belt allowed.
“Sounds like trouble,” she said.
“I’m not in any trouble,” he frowned. He was sinking fast.
“I had to help them with something that couldn’t wait. I’m not supposed to tell anyone about it yet,” he added feeling the quicksand rise to his waste.
“Secret spy stuff,” she said still looking out the side window.
“Sort of. Yeah you could say that.”
“Good to hear,” she murmured looking out the side window. “Are you in any danger?”
His peripheral vision caught the swing of her head in his direction.
“No. I just help a bit.” It even sounded lame to him.
She crossed her arms over her midriff.
The quicksand was up to his neck.
Continued…
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Writer
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Friday, February 20, 2009
Episode 27: Undercover
Episode 27
Synchro
“Cindy I’m really sorry,” said Sync into his mobile phone. “Something unavoidable has come up.”
“Oh,” she said.
“Would you mind if we postponed till tomorrow night?”
“If you’d rather cancel, it’s fine by me,” she said.
“No, no no! I don’t want to cancel. I’ll explain over dinner,” he said.
Will Brown looked him in the eye and shook his head.
“As best I can,” Sync added.
“She’s not overjoyed about it,” said Synch tucking his phone in his pocket.
“S’pose not,” said David.
The three left Sync’s house in an unmarked police car.
It was the dark end of twilight when they pulled up in an inner suburban street an hour later. Gnarled old trees lined the edge of the bitumen. The small weather-board houses, most neat and well kept, huddled shoulder to shoulder with a side walkway at every second building.
Will pulled out a road map.
“Are we lost?” asked Synch.
“No. This is our cover,” said David.
Both detectives pretended to read the map making sure they held it up enough for the outside world to see.
“The house opposite with the broken picket fence is where he lives,” said David pointing at the map appearing to concentrate on the spot.
“Is the car parked out the front his?” asked Synch.
“Yeah. Apparently he’s been packing a lot of gear in it all afternoon,” said David not looking up.
“That’s him,” said Synch. He‘d seen the alleged on TV and remembered his face.
Will looked up briefly then resumed scanning the map.
“Yeah,” he said.
The man carried a bloated over-night bag in each hand.
Synch stared at him from the rear seat. The man opened the car boot and lifted the bags in one at a time. The boot was already chockers. He moved things around to make room.
A bubble of white light formed around him.
Continued…
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Writer
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Synchro
“Cindy I’m really sorry,” said Sync into his mobile phone. “Something unavoidable has come up.”
“Oh,” she said.
“Would you mind if we postponed till tomorrow night?”
“If you’d rather cancel, it’s fine by me,” she said.
“No, no no! I don’t want to cancel. I’ll explain over dinner,” he said.
Will Brown looked him in the eye and shook his head.
“As best I can,” Sync added.
“She’s not overjoyed about it,” said Synch tucking his phone in his pocket.
“S’pose not,” said David.
The three left Sync’s house in an unmarked police car.
It was the dark end of twilight when they pulled up in an inner suburban street an hour later. Gnarled old trees lined the edge of the bitumen. The small weather-board houses, most neat and well kept, huddled shoulder to shoulder with a side walkway at every second building.
Will pulled out a road map.
“Are we lost?” asked Synch.
“No. This is our cover,” said David.
Both detectives pretended to read the map making sure they held it up enough for the outside world to see.
“The house opposite with the broken picket fence is where he lives,” said David pointing at the map appearing to concentrate on the spot.
“Is the car parked out the front his?” asked Synch.
“Yeah. Apparently he’s been packing a lot of gear in it all afternoon,” said David not looking up.
“That’s him,” said Synch. He‘d seen the alleged on TV and remembered his face.
Will looked up briefly then resumed scanning the map.
“Yeah,” he said.
The man carried a bloated over-night bag in each hand.
Synch stared at him from the rear seat. The man opened the car boot and lifted the bags in one at a time. The boot was already chockers. He moved things around to make room.
A bubble of white light formed around him.
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
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Thursday, February 19, 2009
Episode 26: Not Tonight
Episode 26
Synchro
“Not gunna happen guys,” said Synch shaking his head.
“We’ve been tipped-off. The alleged intends to do a runner tonight," said David. “We need your assistance now.”
“No,” said Sync firmly.
“Look we can’t make you come with us,” said Will. “It’s up to you.”
“You won’t be in any danger. You’ll observe from a distance,” added David. “It won’t take long.”
“We’re not even sure this psychic stuff is for real,” said Will.
“In less than an hour I have a date with a beautiful woman,” said Sync.
The pair watched him silently.
“It’s our first date,” he added.
The pair nodded slightly.
“She’s important to me.”
The detectives stared at him.
He remembered Edith’s words.
'You don’t have to act on the information you receive.'
On this occasion, if he didn’t…
Sync took a deep breath.
“How far away is he?”
Continued…
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Synchro
“Not gunna happen guys,” said Synch shaking his head.
“We’ve been tipped-off. The alleged intends to do a runner tonight," said David. “We need your assistance now.”
“No,” said Sync firmly.
“Look we can’t make you come with us,” said Will. “It’s up to you.”
“You won’t be in any danger. You’ll observe from a distance,” added David. “It won’t take long.”
“We’re not even sure this psychic stuff is for real,” said Will.
“In less than an hour I have a date with a beautiful woman,” said Sync.
The pair watched him silently.
“It’s our first date,” he added.
The pair nodded slightly.
“She’s important to me.”
The detectives stared at him.
He remembered Edith’s words.
'You don’t have to act on the information you receive.'
On this occasion, if he didn’t…
Sync took a deep breath.
“How far away is he?”
Continued…
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Writer
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Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Episode 25: An Hour To Go
Episode 25
Synchro
The buzz of the electric shaver muffled four sharp raps. Synch closed his bath robe across the front of him and tied it as he strode to the front door. He didn’t need interruptions. He’d pickup Cindy in an hour.
Waves of excited anticipation washed through him when he thought about their date.
Two head and shoulder shapes rippled through the patterned glass panel at the top of the door. Before he’d threw back the bolt he knew who they were.
“Gentlemen,” said Synch. “Come in.”
David Finestra and Will Brown followed him into the lounge-room.
“We’d like to ask you about the alleged murderer you say will strike again,” said David.
“I’ve told you all I know,” said Synch.
“How did you, shall we say, glean this information?” asked Will Brown.
“I stare at a person for thirty seconds and their details start pouring into my brain,” he explained. No need to be too specific he thought.
“And you only saw the alleged for a minute on TV?” said David.
“It was just over the half minute. I didn’t get much,” Synch nodded.
The detectives glanced at each other.
“If you looked at him for longer would you get more info?” said David.
“Y-e-a-h,” said Synch slowly.
“How long would you need to stare at him to get the details we want?” said Will.
“A few minutes maybe,” he answered. “What did you have in mind.”
“We’d like you to come with us to his place.”
“You mean I’d be face to face with a murderer?”
“Not exactly,” said David. “But you need to come now.”
Continued…
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Writer
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Synchro
The buzz of the electric shaver muffled four sharp raps. Synch closed his bath robe across the front of him and tied it as he strode to the front door. He didn’t need interruptions. He’d pickup Cindy in an hour.
Waves of excited anticipation washed through him when he thought about their date.
Two head and shoulder shapes rippled through the patterned glass panel at the top of the door. Before he’d threw back the bolt he knew who they were.
“Gentlemen,” said Synch. “Come in.”
David Finestra and Will Brown followed him into the lounge-room.
“We’d like to ask you about the alleged murderer you say will strike again,” said David.
“I’ve told you all I know,” said Synch.
“How did you, shall we say, glean this information?” asked Will Brown.
“I stare at a person for thirty seconds and their details start pouring into my brain,” he explained. No need to be too specific he thought.
“And you only saw the alleged for a minute on TV?” said David.
“It was just over the half minute. I didn’t get much,” Synch nodded.
The detectives glanced at each other.
“If you looked at him for longer would you get more info?” said David.
“Y-e-a-h,” said Synch slowly.
“How long would you need to stare at him to get the details we want?” said Will.
“A few minutes maybe,” he answered. “What did you have in mind.”
“We’d like you to come with us to his place.”
“You mean I’d be face to face with a murderer?”
“Not exactly,” said David. “But you need to come now.”
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
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Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Episode 24: Dark As Liquid Coal
Episode 24
Synchro
At home before he left for work the thought of getting Cindy alone at work was easy. Now looking out his office window into the factory his objective seemed distant.
It was nearly lunchtime. Cindy always had lunch in the lunch-room, with the others. Then back to the job, with the others. The same with tea-breaks and knock-off time. Oh hell! She was never alone at work.
Jenny knocked on the door and barged in with Cindy in tow.
“You wanted to see Cindy,” said Jenny. She smiled like a she cat returning home from a successful night out.
“I did?” he said.
Jenny’s grin widened as she left the room.
“Um, oh yes, I did,” he said moving to his chair.
Clunk! His knee collided with the corner of the desk.
“Oops,” he laughed stupidly. “Have a seat.” he indicted the chair opposite his and sat down himself.
Cindy made herself comfortable.
“Have I done something wrong?” she asked. A slight crease furrowed her forehead.
“No, no,” he said. God, her eyes were dark like liquid coal.
He picked up the pen and started clicking.
Her expression changed to ‘well what is it?’
“Um, I was just wondering.” He cleared his throat. “Um, … if … um, … whether you’d like to have dinner some time?”
Her eyes widened, eye-brows raised.
“But if you don’t want to that’s fine too,” he added. “I mean it’s not going to make any difference at all to our working relationship.”
She stared at him. One side of her mouth curved up so slightly he almost missed it.
It was getting hot in here. His face was red. He felt damp all over.
The curve of her mouth spread across her face.
“That would be very nice,” she said.
“Good, good,” he said. Yep, eyes dark as liquid coal. He could sink right into them.
She looked quizzically at him.
He hadn’t noticed the silence was extending.
“Do you want to make a particular time?” she asked half laughing.
“Sure.” Perhaps wait a day or two he thought. Don’t want to overwhelm her.
“Does tonight suit you?” she asked.
“Yeah, great!”
Continued…
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Synchro
At home before he left for work the thought of getting Cindy alone at work was easy. Now looking out his office window into the factory his objective seemed distant.
It was nearly lunchtime. Cindy always had lunch in the lunch-room, with the others. Then back to the job, with the others. The same with tea-breaks and knock-off time. Oh hell! She was never alone at work.
Jenny knocked on the door and barged in with Cindy in tow.
“You wanted to see Cindy,” said Jenny. She smiled like a she cat returning home from a successful night out.
“I did?” he said.
Jenny’s grin widened as she left the room.
“Um, oh yes, I did,” he said moving to his chair.
Clunk! His knee collided with the corner of the desk.
“Oops,” he laughed stupidly. “Have a seat.” he indicted the chair opposite his and sat down himself.
Cindy made herself comfortable.
“Have I done something wrong?” she asked. A slight crease furrowed her forehead.
“No, no,” he said. God, her eyes were dark like liquid coal.
He picked up the pen and started clicking.
Her expression changed to ‘well what is it?’
“Um, I was just wondering.” He cleared his throat. “Um, … if … um, … whether you’d like to have dinner some time?”
Her eyes widened, eye-brows raised.
“But if you don’t want to that’s fine too,” he added. “I mean it’s not going to make any difference at all to our working relationship.”
She stared at him. One side of her mouth curved up so slightly he almost missed it.
It was getting hot in here. His face was red. He felt damp all over.
The curve of her mouth spread across her face.
“That would be very nice,” she said.
“Good, good,” he said. Yep, eyes dark as liquid coal. He could sink right into them.
She looked quizzically at him.
He hadn’t noticed the silence was extending.
“Do you want to make a particular time?” she asked half laughing.
“Sure.” Perhaps wait a day or two he thought. Don’t want to overwhelm her.
“Does tonight suit you?” she asked.
“Yeah, great!”
Continued…
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Writer
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Sunday, February 15, 2009
Episode 23: Just Do It!
Episode 23
Synchro
“Have you asked her out yet?” said Jenny with jacket and handbag in hand.
“Why would I do that?” said Synch. No need to ask who she was talking about.
She rolled her eyes.
“Your eyes and mouth go soft and mushy whenever you look at her.”
He pretended to study the sheet of paper in his hand.
Jenny looked over his shoulder and snatched the paper from his fingers.
“Have you got invisible re-assembling vision?”
“Mm?”
“Take another look,” she held the paper up.
It was blank.
“Oh.” His face reddened.
“You’ve been late for work everyday for two weeks. Your mind isn’t on the job,” she said. “Mind you an employee such as myself can’t tell her boss off for being late. It’s just that you’re normally always early for work and acutely on the ball.”
Synch ran fingers through his hair.
“You want to ask her out don’t you?” said Jenny.
“Yeah.” He picked up his re-tractable ball-point pen and clicked again and again.
“Stop agonising over it and just do it,” she ordered.
He thought for a moment.
“I don’t want to stuff it up,” he said. Jenny didn’t know what he knew about his future. Theoretically establishing a relationship with Cindy should be easy and event free, and last a lifetime. In reality theory was useless if she didn’t like him.
“In the past… “ he started.
“None of those women were right for you,” she cut in. “There wasn’t the right chemistry.”
Synch bit his lip.
“Look, not finding out one way or the other is worse than either possible outcome,” she said.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Mum.”
“I’m not old enough to be your mother.” Jenny smiled. “See you tomorrow.”
She closed the door behind her.
Alone at his desk clicking the ball-point pen with his thumb he knew it was time.
He would ask Cindy out.
He would.
His mouth was dry, hands sweating.
Tomorrow.
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
Synchro
“Have you asked her out yet?” said Jenny with jacket and handbag in hand.
“Why would I do that?” said Synch. No need to ask who she was talking about.
She rolled her eyes.
“Your eyes and mouth go soft and mushy whenever you look at her.”
He pretended to study the sheet of paper in his hand.
Jenny looked over his shoulder and snatched the paper from his fingers.
“Have you got invisible re-assembling vision?”
“Mm?”
“Take another look,” she held the paper up.
It was blank.
“Oh.” His face reddened.
“You’ve been late for work everyday for two weeks. Your mind isn’t on the job,” she said. “Mind you an employee such as myself can’t tell her boss off for being late. It’s just that you’re normally always early for work and acutely on the ball.”
Synch ran fingers through his hair.
“You want to ask her out don’t you?” said Jenny.
“Yeah.” He picked up his re-tractable ball-point pen and clicked again and again.
“Stop agonising over it and just do it,” she ordered.
He thought for a moment.
“I don’t want to stuff it up,” he said. Jenny didn’t know what he knew about his future. Theoretically establishing a relationship with Cindy should be easy and event free, and last a lifetime. In reality theory was useless if she didn’t like him.
“In the past… “ he started.
“None of those women were right for you,” she cut in. “There wasn’t the right chemistry.”
Synch bit his lip.
“Look, not finding out one way or the other is worse than either possible outcome,” she said.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Mum.”
“I’m not old enough to be your mother.” Jenny smiled. “See you tomorrow.”
She closed the door behind her.
Alone at his desk clicking the ball-point pen with his thumb he knew it was time.
He would ask Cindy out.
He would.
His mouth was dry, hands sweating.
Tomorrow.
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Episode 22: Confirmed
There was no episode yesterday. The moment I sat down to log on thunder rumbled around me. The risk of damage to my computer from lightening is not something I take lightly. My computer had a restful half day off.
Here's the next episode:
Episode 22
Synchro
“Our application to keep him in custody was denied. It’s his first offence. He’s out,” came the voice from the phone.
Six weeks after his interview with the detectives Synch had almost forgotten about it. The phone call hadn’t surprised him.
“What are you going to do?” he asked.
“We’d like to know the details of the supposed victims you mentioned,” said David Finestra. “We might be able to give them protection around the date you mentioned.”
“I can’t help you with that. I don’t know addresses or names,” he said. Thinking the release of the murderer prompted a change in the detectives’ mind’s he asked, “Why have you decided to believe me?”
Silence.
It lengthened.
Synch thought the phone line had disconnected.
“My son is six and a half,” said David.
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
Here's the next episode:
Episode 22
Synchro
“Our application to keep him in custody was denied. It’s his first offence. He’s out,” came the voice from the phone.
Six weeks after his interview with the detectives Synch had almost forgotten about it. The phone call hadn’t surprised him.
“What are you going to do?” he asked.
“We’d like to know the details of the supposed victims you mentioned,” said David Finestra. “We might be able to give them protection around the date you mentioned.”
“I can’t help you with that. I don’t know addresses or names,” he said. Thinking the release of the murderer prompted a change in the detectives’ mind’s he asked, “Why have you decided to believe me?”
Silence.
It lengthened.
Synch thought the phone line had disconnected.
“My son is six and a half,” said David.
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Episode 21: A hint of a smile
The bushfires in Victoria have claimed 181 lives to date. Searches for more deceased are continuing in outer reaches as conditions become safe. The tragedy has brought shock and horror far and wide. From this Australians stand united helping those affected. Many many people are pitching in, doing what they can to help, if not physically then by donation of supplies or money. The effort is mammoth.
It's heartening to watch.
Makes me feel proud to be Australian.
Episode 21
Synchro
The next week ended. It had been exceedingly busy. Synchro watched Cindy’s efforts improve beyond belief. By Friday she not only processed orders correctly she was a step a head for the next one.
“All the new employees have worked well this week,” said Jenny Slacks. “Even Cindy.”
“I noticed,” said Sync. “Did you find out what was troubling her?” He was fishing. He’d promised himself he wouldn’t do that. It was none of his business. He’d seen Cindy’s forced smile when talking to the others. It was obvious something was going on.
“Something about splitting up,” she answered.
“Oh.” He tried to sound sad for Cindy.
A hint of a smile gave him away.
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
It's heartening to watch.
Makes me feel proud to be Australian.
Episode 21
Synchro
The next week ended. It had been exceedingly busy. Synchro watched Cindy’s efforts improve beyond belief. By Friday she not only processed orders correctly she was a step a head for the next one.
“All the new employees have worked well this week,” said Jenny Slacks. “Even Cindy.”
“I noticed,” said Sync. “Did you find out what was troubling her?” He was fishing. He’d promised himself he wouldn’t do that. It was none of his business. He’d seen Cindy’s forced smile when talking to the others. It was obvious something was going on.
“Something about splitting up,” she answered.
“Oh.” He tried to sound sad for Cindy.
A hint of a smile gave him away.
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
Monday, February 9, 2009
Episode 20: Personal Problems
The death toll for the Victorian fires is up to 173. The horror scenes on last nights TV reports cannot begin the reflect the ongoing suffering those involved will bear.
I am thankful and fortunate my family members are safe.
This story seems so trival in light of the weekend's events.
Nevertheless, here's the next part:
Synchro
At work Jenny Slatts updated Sync on the new employees. All had picked up procedures quickly in one day. Cindy however was hopeless. Her eagerness and smile of expectancy from the day before had vanished. She stuffed up at least one part of every order she processed.
“What do you want to do about her?” said Jenny.
“Keep her on for a week. She might come good,” said Sync. He knew details about her but he wasn’t a mind reader. He hoped it was just first day nerves.
At the end of the week he called Cindy into his office.
“I can do better,” she said. “I’m having a few personal problems at the moment. I know my work has been atrocious. I will do better.”
Her eyes shone with tears. Her down-turned mouth begged to be kissed and consoled. He didn’t have the heart to dismiss her.
How could he sack the woman he’s supposed to hook up with anyway?
Jenny had worked for him for years and knew Synchro was ruthless when it came to employees. They had to work as hard and as good at their job as he did. Anything less and they were out the door.
Jenny wouldn’t understand his decision.
“I’ll give you another week. If you haven’t got the job down pat by then I’ll have to let you go.”
She nodded. A tear slid down her cheek.
She left the room and Sync filled with self-doubt. Maybe she wasn’t the one. He’d only ever gone out with women who were confident. Cindy was the opposite. He didn’t like the characteristic. It was too insecuring. Maybe all this inner knowledge stuff was rubbish.
One thing was certain.
The thought of never seeing her again turned his gut.
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
I am thankful and fortunate my family members are safe.
This story seems so trival in light of the weekend's events.
Nevertheless, here's the next part:
Synchro
At work Jenny Slatts updated Sync on the new employees. All had picked up procedures quickly in one day. Cindy however was hopeless. Her eagerness and smile of expectancy from the day before had vanished. She stuffed up at least one part of every order she processed.
“What do you want to do about her?” said Jenny.
“Keep her on for a week. She might come good,” said Sync. He knew details about her but he wasn’t a mind reader. He hoped it was just first day nerves.
At the end of the week he called Cindy into his office.
“I can do better,” she said. “I’m having a few personal problems at the moment. I know my work has been atrocious. I will do better.”
Her eyes shone with tears. Her down-turned mouth begged to be kissed and consoled. He didn’t have the heart to dismiss her.
How could he sack the woman he’s supposed to hook up with anyway?
Jenny had worked for him for years and knew Synchro was ruthless when it came to employees. They had to work as hard and as good at their job as he did. Anything less and they were out the door.
Jenny wouldn’t understand his decision.
“I’ll give you another week. If you haven’t got the job down pat by then I’ll have to let you go.”
She nodded. A tear slid down her cheek.
She left the room and Sync filled with self-doubt. Maybe she wasn’t the one. He’d only ever gone out with women who were confident. Cindy was the opposite. He didn’t like the characteristic. It was too insecuring. Maybe all this inner knowledge stuff was rubbish.
One thing was certain.
The thought of never seeing her again turned his gut.
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Savage Saturday: No Episode Today
Thankfully my family and friends are safe after the horrendous fires in Victoria on Saturday. Many are in shock caused by facing a wall of flames about to engulf them or loved ones, not knowing where loved ones were at the height of the blaze, trying to get to loved ones who were in trouble...
Shock waves are still rippling through Australia.
It's Monday morning, 8:45, and the death toll stands at 108. More bodies are expected to be found in coming days.
To those devastated by the fires, the emergency services, those injured and those lost, I respectfully withhold today's episode.
May they Rest In Peace.
Diane L Wood
Shock waves are still rippling through Australia.
It's Monday morning, 8:45, and the death toll stands at 108. More bodies are expected to be found in coming days.
To those devastated by the fires, the emergency services, those injured and those lost, I respectfully withhold today's episode.
May they Rest In Peace.
Diane L Wood
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Episode 19: Two Cops and a Murderer
Synchro
“Tell us again,” said Detective David Finestra. “You don’t know the man but you know he’s going to kill people?”
Sync ran fingers through his hair. They didn’t believe him. He’d been in the interview room for over an hour. The two detectives thought Sync was part of the reported murder until he mentioned psychic. Both of them let Sync ramble on about how he knew things about people.
“Look,” said Sync pissed off about being thought of as a nut case. “That murderer on the news bulletin killed and will kill again. Write this down in your diaries. In three months, five days, eleven and a half hours he’ll murder a woman and her disabled grand-daughter.”
“He’s being held in custody until he goes to court. How is he going to murder anyone while he’s locked up waiting for his case to be heard?” said Detective Will Brown sarcastically.
“I don’t know,” said Sync standing to leave. “If I’m right you’ll have two deaths on your hands that could have been avoided. If I’m wrong, I’m sorry to have wasted your time.” Every cell of his body screamed he was right.
The detectives looked at each other unconvinced.
Holding the door handle Sync looked into David’s face. A bubble of white light appeared around him.
“You were born in 1974, have two children and will have two more. You rent a house and are about to buy your first home. You’re not sure about location because you might be transferred anywhere,” said Sync.
David stared back at Sync.
“Wrong,” he said. “I have one child. The rest could apply to anyone in this station.”
“Your first child is a six year-old boy. Check with your ex,” said Sync. “You have my contact details.”
He left the two staring at each other.
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
“Tell us again,” said Detective David Finestra. “You don’t know the man but you know he’s going to kill people?”
Sync ran fingers through his hair. They didn’t believe him. He’d been in the interview room for over an hour. The two detectives thought Sync was part of the reported murder until he mentioned psychic. Both of them let Sync ramble on about how he knew things about people.
“Look,” said Sync pissed off about being thought of as a nut case. “That murderer on the news bulletin killed and will kill again. Write this down in your diaries. In three months, five days, eleven and a half hours he’ll murder a woman and her disabled grand-daughter.”
“He’s being held in custody until he goes to court. How is he going to murder anyone while he’s locked up waiting for his case to be heard?” said Detective Will Brown sarcastically.
“I don’t know,” said Sync standing to leave. “If I’m right you’ll have two deaths on your hands that could have been avoided. If I’m wrong, I’m sorry to have wasted your time.” Every cell of his body screamed he was right.
The detectives looked at each other unconvinced.
Holding the door handle Sync looked into David’s face. A bubble of white light appeared around him.
“You were born in 1974, have two children and will have two more. You rent a house and are about to buy your first home. You’re not sure about location because you might be transferred anywhere,” said Sync.
David stared back at Sync.
“Wrong,” he said. “I have one child. The rest could apply to anyone in this station.”
“Your first child is a six year-old boy. Check with your ex,” said Sync. “You have my contact details.”
He left the two staring at each other.
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
Friday, February 6, 2009
Episode 18: Information, Decision, Action
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Feel free to post any comments, good bad or otherwise.
Thought you might like to read a short story I wrote and posted on a forum. Here's the link:
http://easywaytowrite.19.forumer.com/viewtopic.php?t=9
Now...
Episode 18
Synchro
'What do I do now?'
He’d always thought carefully before taking action. Considering his options was the first step.
'Yeah? Ok, what exactly are my options.'
He could tell Cindy they were going to end up together so she better drop her fiance and start dating Sync. Aside from thinking him a pompous ass she’d reckon he was off his rocker. It’d probably be the last time he’d ever see her.
He could treat her as an ordinary employee. How? She was gorgeous. He went tingly all over at the sight of her.
He could pretend he knew nothing about her. Yeah like not thinking about a pot smoking whale singing Come Fly with Me.
He came up with a dozen other possibilities all of them had outstanding reasons why he should not act.
He decided to let it rest till tomorrow.
A good night’s sleep should bring clarity, he hoped.
He flicked on the TV as he dumped the pizza box on the coffee table. A news story showed an alleged murderer handcuffed and being lead from the crime scene to a police car. Studying the alleged Sync took a bite of pizza. Guilty as hell came into his mind. The man will be released and kill again. His victims will be a woman and her disabled grand-daughter. The pizza suddenly tasted bitter. Sync took a deep swig of cola. Since when did soft drink become tasteless?
He knew as surely as he would take his next breath he had to do something to stop two innocent people being murdered.
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
Feel free to post any comments, good bad or otherwise.
Thought you might like to read a short story I wrote and posted on a forum. Here's the link:
http://easywaytowrite.19.forumer.com/viewtopic.php?t=9
Now...
Episode 18
Synchro
'What do I do now?'
He’d always thought carefully before taking action. Considering his options was the first step.
'Yeah? Ok, what exactly are my options.'
He could tell Cindy they were going to end up together so she better drop her fiance and start dating Sync. Aside from thinking him a pompous ass she’d reckon he was off his rocker. It’d probably be the last time he’d ever see her.
He could treat her as an ordinary employee. How? She was gorgeous. He went tingly all over at the sight of her.
He could pretend he knew nothing about her. Yeah like not thinking about a pot smoking whale singing Come Fly with Me.
He came up with a dozen other possibilities all of them had outstanding reasons why he should not act.
He decided to let it rest till tomorrow.
A good night’s sleep should bring clarity, he hoped.
He flicked on the TV as he dumped the pizza box on the coffee table. A news story showed an alleged murderer handcuffed and being lead from the crime scene to a police car. Studying the alleged Sync took a bite of pizza. Guilty as hell came into his mind. The man will be released and kill again. His victims will be a woman and her disabled grand-daughter. The pizza suddenly tasted bitter. Sync took a deep swig of cola. Since when did soft drink become tasteless?
He knew as surely as he would take his next breath he had to do something to stop two innocent people being murdered.
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Episode 17: She's the One, but ...
Synchro
“Cindy Charmers,” said the pretty brunette as she sat in Sync’s office.
Her curly hair framed her round face. A smattering of freckles showed through the makeup on her nose. He couldn’t help studying her. Uh-oh, a white light bubble formed around her. News Flash! She was his soul-mate. She was the one!
“I had a feeling there was a job vacancy so thought it’d be a good idea to wait to see you,” she said handing him her resume.
Sync beamed.
“Very intuitive of you,” he said. He felt like an idiot. He couldn’t stop smiling. He knew everything about her. All her private personal details. She flushed and changed positions in her chair. He had to stop staring he was making her uncomfortable.
He glanced at the pages of the resume not seeing a single word. He pretended to read trying to stabilise his excitement.
“Can you start immediately?” he asked.
“Yeah sure,” she grinned. “Don’t you want to know more about me?”
“I know enough,” he assured her. “Come with me,” he said taking her into the factory. He introduced her to Jenny Slatts the over-seer of operations. He turned and walked away. As he opened the office door he glanced back at Cindy. His broad smile fell away. Another detail came to his mind.
Cindy Charmers was engaged to be married.
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
“Cindy Charmers,” said the pretty brunette as she sat in Sync’s office.
Her curly hair framed her round face. A smattering of freckles showed through the makeup on her nose. He couldn’t help studying her. Uh-oh, a white light bubble formed around her. News Flash! She was his soul-mate. She was the one!
“I had a feeling there was a job vacancy so thought it’d be a good idea to wait to see you,” she said handing him her resume.
Sync beamed.
“Very intuitive of you,” he said. He felt like an idiot. He couldn’t stop smiling. He knew everything about her. All her private personal details. She flushed and changed positions in her chair. He had to stop staring he was making her uncomfortable.
He glanced at the pages of the resume not seeing a single word. He pretended to read trying to stabilise his excitement.
“Can you start immediately?” he asked.
“Yeah sure,” she grinned. “Don’t you want to know more about me?”
“I know enough,” he assured her. “Come with me,” he said taking her into the factory. He introduced her to Jenny Slatts the over-seer of operations. He turned and walked away. As he opened the office door he glanced back at Cindy. His broad smile fell away. Another detail came to his mind.
Cindy Charmers was engaged to be married.
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Episode 16: That's Weird
Synchro
“We have fifty percent more orders than we had this time last year. With the same number of people we’re not going to cope. Can you put on more staff?” said Jenny Slatts.
“Yeah, okay,” said Sync.
He’d seen it coming. His business had grown rapidly since his first attempt at internet sales ten years ago. The first few years he learned a lot and spent every waking hour developing a system and sourcing the best suppliers. Then he needed help and began employing people.
Currently there were 31 people on his payroll and he needed more.
And he’d gradually cut back his hours: he finished at five like the others.
“Contact the employment agency,” he said to Renee. “We have four positions available.”
“That’s weird,” said his receptionist.
“What do you mean?” said Sync. He didn’t look at her for long. He discovered that the psychic thing only kicked in if he looked at a person for longer than thirty seconds. It was good to have some control.
“There’s someone waiting in the foyer to see you. She’s after a job. Said she can do anything.” Renee frowned. “She said she was here for THE position available. I said there wasn’t any, which up until a moment ago there wasn’t. She’s been waiting for half an hour.”
“Oh,” said Sync eyebrows raised at her. He held eye contact for twenty seconds only. “You’d better send her in,” he said opening his office door.
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
“We have fifty percent more orders than we had this time last year. With the same number of people we’re not going to cope. Can you put on more staff?” said Jenny Slatts.
“Yeah, okay,” said Sync.
He’d seen it coming. His business had grown rapidly since his first attempt at internet sales ten years ago. The first few years he learned a lot and spent every waking hour developing a system and sourcing the best suppliers. Then he needed help and began employing people.
Currently there were 31 people on his payroll and he needed more.
And he’d gradually cut back his hours: he finished at five like the others.
“Contact the employment agency,” he said to Renee. “We have four positions available.”
“That’s weird,” said his receptionist.
“What do you mean?” said Sync. He didn’t look at her for long. He discovered that the psychic thing only kicked in if he looked at a person for longer than thirty seconds. It was good to have some control.
“There’s someone waiting in the foyer to see you. She’s after a job. Said she can do anything.” Renee frowned. “She said she was here for THE position available. I said there wasn’t any, which up until a moment ago there wasn’t. She’s been waiting for half an hour.”
“Oh,” said Sync eyebrows raised at her. He held eye contact for twenty seconds only. “You’d better send her in,” he said opening his office door.
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Episode 15: The Letter
Synchro
My Dear young friend,
these words will be my last to you in this physical realm. You have begun a new segment of your life and it will scare the pants off you. You will get used to it. You can turn it off but my advice is to use it to enhance your life. Turning it off will take you back to your stagnant old life and you won’t meet that special woman.
Remember Synchro, you don’t have to act on any information you receive. It’s up to you.
I wish you a happy future
Yours sincerely
Edith Buchanan
Her words sat heavily around the empty space inside him.
He pulled out a bottle of red wine from the cupboard and eased out the cork.
Lifting the half-filled glass skyward he said,
“To your memory Edith.”
The liquid warmed his throat. He put the glass on the counter. He felt weighed down by the loss of his friend and the emergence of this unwanted thing. He needed sleep.
Vague thoughts of standing on a cliff with the old Sync pushing him forward into fog drifted away as his head hit the pillow. It was soft and cool under his skin. The coolness was quickly replaced with comforting warmth.
He slept soundly.
Tomorrow he’d need to be sharp as a whip.
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
My Dear young friend,
these words will be my last to you in this physical realm. You have begun a new segment of your life and it will scare the pants off you. You will get used to it. You can turn it off but my advice is to use it to enhance your life. Turning it off will take you back to your stagnant old life and you won’t meet that special woman.
Remember Synchro, you don’t have to act on any information you receive. It’s up to you.
I wish you a happy future
Yours sincerely
Edith Buchanan
Her words sat heavily around the empty space inside him.
He pulled out a bottle of red wine from the cupboard and eased out the cork.
Lifting the half-filled glass skyward he said,
“To your memory Edith.”
The liquid warmed his throat. He put the glass on the counter. He felt weighed down by the loss of his friend and the emergence of this unwanted thing. He needed sleep.
Vague thoughts of standing on a cliff with the old Sync pushing him forward into fog drifted away as his head hit the pillow. It was soft and cool under his skin. The coolness was quickly replaced with comforting warmth.
He slept soundly.
Tomorrow he’d need to be sharp as a whip.
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
Monday, February 2, 2009
Episode 14: After the Farewell
Synchro
There were a lot of people at the funeral. Obviously she had been well liked. After the service Sync conveyed his condolences to family members and left. He didn’t want to watch as his friend was laid in a hole in the ground. He preferred to remember her as she was when she was lively and smiling. All those cups of tea she’d made and shared with him were happy memories. She always made him feel welcome. Her cheerfulness and kindness when he was troubled, and her unending interest in his life made her special.
He’d miss her for many reasons.
He’d gone back to work after the funeral. He wanted to occupy his mind. He concentrated on receiving stock from suppliers and allotting the goods to the appropriate shelves. Shelves filled the factory to the rafters. He used an electric forklift to stack goods up high. He didn’t usually do the hands on work. Today was different. He needed to do something out of the norm in line with the earlier part of the day. It worked. He was surprised when the others told him to go home. It was five o’clock.
At home the unopened letter lay on the kitchen counter. He tore the top off and pulled out the sheet of paper. The writing on the plain piece of paper was in longhand. The words joined together with slightly jagged lines as if written by a shaking hand.
He sat down and began to read.
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
There were a lot of people at the funeral. Obviously she had been well liked. After the service Sync conveyed his condolences to family members and left. He didn’t want to watch as his friend was laid in a hole in the ground. He preferred to remember her as she was when she was lively and smiling. All those cups of tea she’d made and shared with him were happy memories. She always made him feel welcome. Her cheerfulness and kindness when he was troubled, and her unending interest in his life made her special.
He’d miss her for many reasons.
He’d gone back to work after the funeral. He wanted to occupy his mind. He concentrated on receiving stock from suppliers and allotting the goods to the appropriate shelves. Shelves filled the factory to the rafters. He used an electric forklift to stack goods up high. He didn’t usually do the hands on work. Today was different. He needed to do something out of the norm in line with the earlier part of the day. It worked. He was surprised when the others told him to go home. It was five o’clock.
At home the unopened letter lay on the kitchen counter. He tore the top off and pulled out the sheet of paper. The writing on the plain piece of paper was in longhand. The words joined together with slightly jagged lines as if written by a shaking hand.
He sat down and began to read.
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Episode 13: Goodbye!
Synchro
The constant bipping of the monitor displayed evidence that vital organs were working.
Sync stood beside the bed looking at his friend. The smell of disinfectant penetrated his nostrils with a vengeance in this hour of sadness. Her eyes were closed. She breathed unaided. Her breaths came long and slow with an extended pause in between. Some pauses went on for a long time. He thought she had stopped breathing. Then she’d begin the drawn-out labour of inhaling again.
Edith’s skin had all but lost its colour. Her grey-white hair had been smoothed back onto the pillow. Her wrinkled aged-blotched arms rested on the sheet. It was pulled up to her armpits. A washed up hospital gown covered her to the neck.
It was an impersonal way to end a life without her own things around her. She deserved familiarity at the end.
Sync held her hand. She lacked the warmth he’d come to look forward to on his visits to her flat. Her hand was cold, still.
As he absorbed the sadness a bubble of white light surrounded her. Her life’s details listed in his mind. He didn’t want to know her personal details though such knowledge was irrelevant now. Soon it’s all that would be left of Edith aside from photos and memories. All personal effects would be passed on to family members or sold or donated. He’d become fond of her, had only ever seen her in her own surroundings, with her own things around her. Those images would stay with him forever.
The last detail he received was her date of death, tomorrow.
He looked at his watch. An hour and a half till midnight.
A lump formed in his throat. It was barely audible when he spoke.
“Goodbye my friend.”
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
The constant bipping of the monitor displayed evidence that vital organs were working.
Sync stood beside the bed looking at his friend. The smell of disinfectant penetrated his nostrils with a vengeance in this hour of sadness. Her eyes were closed. She breathed unaided. Her breaths came long and slow with an extended pause in between. Some pauses went on for a long time. He thought she had stopped breathing. Then she’d begin the drawn-out labour of inhaling again.
Edith’s skin had all but lost its colour. Her grey-white hair had been smoothed back onto the pillow. Her wrinkled aged-blotched arms rested on the sheet. It was pulled up to her armpits. A washed up hospital gown covered her to the neck.
It was an impersonal way to end a life without her own things around her. She deserved familiarity at the end.
Sync held her hand. She lacked the warmth he’d come to look forward to on his visits to her flat. Her hand was cold, still.
As he absorbed the sadness a bubble of white light surrounded her. Her life’s details listed in his mind. He didn’t want to know her personal details though such knowledge was irrelevant now. Soon it’s all that would be left of Edith aside from photos and memories. All personal effects would be passed on to family members or sold or donated. He’d become fond of her, had only ever seen her in her own surroundings, with her own things around her. Those images would stay with him forever.
The last detail he received was her date of death, tomorrow.
He looked at his watch. An hour and a half till midnight.
A lump formed in his throat. It was barely audible when he spoke.
“Goodbye my friend.”
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
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