(The Last Episode.)
Episode 62
Synchro
“I, ah, talk with them too,” Cindy said hesitantly.
“Ghosts? Spirits?” Synch corrected.
She nodded.
“Edith told me her son David murdered her.”
Synch’s eyebrows rose high.
“She said she felt an attack coming on while he was there and went to get her medication. He beat her to it and held it out of her reach. She begged him to give it to her. He wouldn’t. She tried to phone triple zero for help but David pulled the phone plug out of the wall. He watched her for hours as she became worse and eventually passed out. He waited a few more hours to be sure of her demise before calling an ambulance.”
“He told me he found her unconscious when he arrived,” said Synch. “That lying, murdering… low-life.”
“Karmic energies caught up with him rather quickly,” Cindy added.
“We’d better tell David Finestra,” he said.
“Why? David Buchanan is dead. Too late to charge him. And how can the dearly departed be a witness to a crime?”
Synch shrugged.
“Seems the right thing to do,” he said.
Cindy thought about it.
“I guess,” she shrugged and got up. “I’m starved. Let’s eat.” She uncovered the containers and microwaved them.
“You know how you can tell a person’s whole life story by looking at them,” Cindy began as they finished eating.
Synch knew what was coming.
“What exactly is in store for me?” she asked.
“Lots of things.” He was being evasive and scooped up the empty dishes. “Want a tea or coffee?” he said shoving the dishes in the dishwasher.
She followed him into the kitchenette.
“Is it that bad?” she said her forehead creased deeply.
He smiled a knowing smile.
“No. It’s very, very good.” He watched her relax.
“Then tell me,” she said and added. “Please.” She backed him up against the bench and closed the gap between their bodies. He loved the feel of her warm body against his and held her narrow waist.
“Well,” he had to trust himself, trust that what he saw in the future was correct. Sometimes part of him had doubts. But in his heart he knew it was correct. They’d only known each other a matter of weeks. How would she take it. She might be overjoyed, or, not. She might bolt unable to handle the fact that someone knows exactly what she’s in for. He understood how someone might feel their privacy had been invaded by him. He wondered how he’d feel if roles were reversed. Then it came to him. Her future was set. No matter what he told her it wouldn’t change her future.
Their arms loosely encircled each other.
“How do you feel about me?” It was a starting point.
He watched the smile spread across her face.
“Like I’ve known you all my life.” Her voice was soft. She looked into his eyes.
He slowly nodded, the same softness radiated from his own face.
“Like I’d like to spend the rest of my life with you.” She blushed slightly at her own words.
He raised his eyebrows and nodded, the confirming grin told her.
“Us? Together? Long term?” she said.
He felt excitement tingle through her. He felt relief.
“Yep,” he said softly.
“The works?” she said to be sure.
“Yep,” he repeated.
“Wow.” She was silent for a few minutes digesting the prospect. “When do we start?”
“Start what?”
“Our relationship,” she was jumping ahead.
“I thought we had,” he said.
She kissed him her mouth opening over his.
“Mmm, I suppose so,” she said peeling her lips from his only enough to let the words out. She sank her tongue into the depths of his mouth. “I’ve dreamed about waking up in bed with you.”
His lips moved to her ear and down her neck.
“I’ve dreamed about doing more than that with you,” he said nibbling at the base of her neck with his lips and retracing his path to her mouth.
She pulled away from him. Holding his hand she dragged him toward the bedroom.
“I guess we’d better find out if we’re sexually compatible,” she smiled from under her eye-lashes.
He knew they would be as surely as he’d take his next breath.
He knew too that before the night ended they’d proclaim their love for each other. It would be the real start of their life together.
He couldn’t think of a more perfect beginning.
The End
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Sunday, June 28, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Episode: 61 A Creepy Pair
Episode 61
Synchro
“What’s wrong?” Cindy said into his neck.
She’d called him as she left work and sensed from his response that there was trouble. She’d called in home, grabbed two of her dinners from the freezer and hurried over. He’d opened the front door to her and pulled her into his arms.
Now she felt his body warmth, his breath on her shoulder, his strong arms around her. His silence and physical rigidity worried her.
“It was awful,” he said at last.
She backed away a little keeping her arms around him.
“What?”
“I saw the two ladies being murdered.”
Cindy thought he might cry or vomit, or both.
“You mean in your mind’s eye?”
He nodded.
“I’ve never been exposed to violence other than movies or TV. They’re not real,” he said taking her hand leading her into the kitchenette.
A frown shadowed his face.
“My family is passive. So am I.” He took the containers from her and put them on the bench.
“How am I supposed to cope with extreme real violence?” Still holding her hand, he lead her to the couch, motioned her to sit and carefully seated himself beside her.
“The crime you saw, happened, you can’t do anything about it,” she said laying on her back, her head in his lap. His face, in fact, his whole body was tight as the strings of a guitar. She went on. “It’s a re-run that’s all.”
She liked his fingers playing with strands of her curls. She firmly clasped his other hand.
“You’ve got to separate yourself from it and move on,” she said.
“Easy for you to say. You didn’t see the… “ no he’d not tell her the gory details. “ …it.”
“Do you believe strongly that what you’re doing will prevent at least some crime, save some peoples lives?”
“Hopefully.”
“Then ignore the nitty gritties. Distance yourself from it.”
“Where did you get ‘nitty gritties’?”
“My grandparents.”
“Edith used to say it,” he said. She was probably smugly looking down on him if that were possible. He didn’t believe the ‘life after death’ concept.
“Is she less than 160centimetres tall with short permed grey hair? Wears a floral dress, a hand knitted cardigan and black flat healed shoes?”
“You knew her, before she died?”
“Arhh, no.” It was time to tell him the rest. “I see people on the other side.”
“The other side of what?”
“After they’ve died, I see them on the other side.”
“Ghosts?”
“Spirits,” she nodded. She was conscious of his thighs under her head as she did so.
Synch gazed off into the distance.
“Does it creep you out? Is it going to affect, us?” She wasn’t sure how he’d take it.
He laughed.
“You’re kidding right?”
“No,” she said hesitating.
“Think about it,” he rumbled with laughter. “Seeing a person’s whole life in my mind is creepy. So why would I think… ” he laughed.
She got it and smiled widely. “We’re a creepy matching pair.”
Continued…
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Synchro
“What’s wrong?” Cindy said into his neck.
She’d called him as she left work and sensed from his response that there was trouble. She’d called in home, grabbed two of her dinners from the freezer and hurried over. He’d opened the front door to her and pulled her into his arms.
Now she felt his body warmth, his breath on her shoulder, his strong arms around her. His silence and physical rigidity worried her.
“It was awful,” he said at last.
She backed away a little keeping her arms around him.
“What?”
“I saw the two ladies being murdered.”
Cindy thought he might cry or vomit, or both.
“You mean in your mind’s eye?”
He nodded.
“I’ve never been exposed to violence other than movies or TV. They’re not real,” he said taking her hand leading her into the kitchenette.
A frown shadowed his face.
“My family is passive. So am I.” He took the containers from her and put them on the bench.
“How am I supposed to cope with extreme real violence?” Still holding her hand, he lead her to the couch, motioned her to sit and carefully seated himself beside her.
“The crime you saw, happened, you can’t do anything about it,” she said laying on her back, her head in his lap. His face, in fact, his whole body was tight as the strings of a guitar. She went on. “It’s a re-run that’s all.”
She liked his fingers playing with strands of her curls. She firmly clasped his other hand.
“You’ve got to separate yourself from it and move on,” she said.
“Easy for you to say. You didn’t see the… “ no he’d not tell her the gory details. “ …it.”
“Do you believe strongly that what you’re doing will prevent at least some crime, save some peoples lives?”
“Hopefully.”
“Then ignore the nitty gritties. Distance yourself from it.”
“Where did you get ‘nitty gritties’?”
“My grandparents.”
“Edith used to say it,” he said. She was probably smugly looking down on him if that were possible. He didn’t believe the ‘life after death’ concept.
“Is she less than 160centimetres tall with short permed grey hair? Wears a floral dress, a hand knitted cardigan and black flat healed shoes?”
“You knew her, before she died?”
“Arhh, no.” It was time to tell him the rest. “I see people on the other side.”
“The other side of what?”
“After they’ve died, I see them on the other side.”
“Ghosts?”
“Spirits,” she nodded. She was conscious of his thighs under her head as she did so.
Synch gazed off into the distance.
“Does it creep you out? Is it going to affect, us?” She wasn’t sure how he’d take it.
He laughed.
“You’re kidding right?”
“No,” she said hesitating.
“Think about it,” he rumbled with laughter. “Seeing a person’s whole life in my mind is creepy. So why would I think… ” he laughed.
She got it and smiled widely. “We’re a creepy matching pair.”
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
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Monday, June 22, 2009
Episode: 60 Horror
Episode 60
Synchro
The week went quickly.
Synchro informed David Finestra of his decision and was welcomed aboard.
He wasn’t sure exactly what he was getting himself into. He couldn’t read his own future like he could everyone else’s but because he saw Cindy’s long future being with him, he was fairly confident nothing fatal would happen to either of them.
Synchro made phone connection on the third note of his ring-tone.
“We picked up Ryan Sturges for drink-driving. We can’t place him near the crime scene. His alibi’s too convincing. We have to release him soon. Can you come in and, do your magic?”
At the station formalities were rushed through.
Synchro stood behind a two-way mirror studying the suspect. A bubble of white light formed around Ryan. A movie-like visualisation began in Synch’s mind’s eye. He had no control over the content.
He told David every detail of the movie.
Ryan walked along an old suburban street eyes narrowed scanning front doors. He stopped and opened a squeaky iron gate looking left and right along the street. No sign of life. He knocked on the front door. There was no security door.
“Yes? What do you want,” said the short grey haired lady.
Ryan didn’t speak. He shoved the door and the lady out of his way. She fell back hitting the floor. He slammed the door shut.
“Get out! I have no money,” she said struggling to her feet. “Get out.”
He checked all the rooms. In the kitchen a younger woman stood up and screamed when she saw the older one limping, screaming at the man.
“Shut up!” he roared at them.
They ignored him and kept screaming.
He grabbed the long bladed knife from the scarred wooden cutting board.
“Shut up!” he roared again and lunged at the old lady’s neck. The knife sank deep. She collapsed.
The younger woman was hysterical. Ryan lunged again. She fell beside the other one. Blood from their necks pooled together as the veil of death enveloped them.
Synchro closed his eyes, massaged his temples and breathed slow and deep.
“You’re doin’ fine,” said David.
Ryan sat at the table in the mirrored interview room.
The bubble formed around the murderer again as Synch resumed.
Ryan snatched up a tea-towel and wiped the handle of the knife thoroughly. He dropped the knife and towel and put his hands in his unzipped jacket pockets. He calmly stared at the bodies then hurried to the front door. With hand covered he opened the door and casually left.
Synchro kept watching.
Ryan was back at the house where they’d observed him packing his car months before.
Inside he sat in a lounge chair and picked up a hand rolled cigarette.
“There’s a woman asleep on the settee,” said Synchro. “She’s, out cold. Not aware of Ryan’s presence at all.”
Synch closed his eyes and breathed deeply.
“Can I stop now?” He’d had enough. The movie was re-running in his mind. “I’m not sure I can do this all the time.”
“If it’s any consolation, there’s more robberies than murders,” the detective said. He purposely with-held the fact that a lot were violent. He hoped Synch couldn’t read his mind.
“Your description fits the crime scene perfectly,” said David deliberately encouraging Synch.
He nodded.
“That’s all for today,” said David.
“Will it help you get a conviction?” Synch hoped viewing the grizzly homicide was not a futile exercise.
“Yeah. The information is invaluable,” said David.
Synch was pale.
“Go home,” said David.
Synch walked out as if he’d been camera-man of the most chilling crime reality TV show imaginable.
How could he get his head around the horror?
Continued…
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Writer
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Synchro
The week went quickly.
Synchro informed David Finestra of his decision and was welcomed aboard.
He wasn’t sure exactly what he was getting himself into. He couldn’t read his own future like he could everyone else’s but because he saw Cindy’s long future being with him, he was fairly confident nothing fatal would happen to either of them.
Synchro made phone connection on the third note of his ring-tone.
“We picked up Ryan Sturges for drink-driving. We can’t place him near the crime scene. His alibi’s too convincing. We have to release him soon. Can you come in and, do your magic?”
At the station formalities were rushed through.
Synchro stood behind a two-way mirror studying the suspect. A bubble of white light formed around Ryan. A movie-like visualisation began in Synch’s mind’s eye. He had no control over the content.
He told David every detail of the movie.
Ryan walked along an old suburban street eyes narrowed scanning front doors. He stopped and opened a squeaky iron gate looking left and right along the street. No sign of life. He knocked on the front door. There was no security door.
“Yes? What do you want,” said the short grey haired lady.
Ryan didn’t speak. He shoved the door and the lady out of his way. She fell back hitting the floor. He slammed the door shut.
“Get out! I have no money,” she said struggling to her feet. “Get out.”
He checked all the rooms. In the kitchen a younger woman stood up and screamed when she saw the older one limping, screaming at the man.
“Shut up!” he roared at them.
They ignored him and kept screaming.
He grabbed the long bladed knife from the scarred wooden cutting board.
“Shut up!” he roared again and lunged at the old lady’s neck. The knife sank deep. She collapsed.
The younger woman was hysterical. Ryan lunged again. She fell beside the other one. Blood from their necks pooled together as the veil of death enveloped them.
Synchro closed his eyes, massaged his temples and breathed slow and deep.
“You’re doin’ fine,” said David.
Ryan sat at the table in the mirrored interview room.
The bubble formed around the murderer again as Synch resumed.
Ryan snatched up a tea-towel and wiped the handle of the knife thoroughly. He dropped the knife and towel and put his hands in his unzipped jacket pockets. He calmly stared at the bodies then hurried to the front door. With hand covered he opened the door and casually left.
Synchro kept watching.
Ryan was back at the house where they’d observed him packing his car months before.
Inside he sat in a lounge chair and picked up a hand rolled cigarette.
“There’s a woman asleep on the settee,” said Synchro. “She’s, out cold. Not aware of Ryan’s presence at all.”
Synch closed his eyes and breathed deeply.
“Can I stop now?” He’d had enough. The movie was re-running in his mind. “I’m not sure I can do this all the time.”
“If it’s any consolation, there’s more robberies than murders,” the detective said. He purposely with-held the fact that a lot were violent. He hoped Synch couldn’t read his mind.
“Your description fits the crime scene perfectly,” said David deliberately encouraging Synch.
He nodded.
“That’s all for today,” said David.
“Will it help you get a conviction?” Synch hoped viewing the grizzly homicide was not a futile exercise.
“Yeah. The information is invaluable,” said David.
Synch was pale.
“Go home,” said David.
Synch walked out as if he’d been camera-man of the most chilling crime reality TV show imaginable.
How could he get his head around the horror?
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
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Sunday, June 21, 2009
Episode: 59 Mercenary
Episode 59
Synchro
“Will it be dangerous?” she said concerned and biting into toast and vegemite.
“Theoretically, no,” he said.
“Then, no problem,” said Cindy.
Both thought, ‘Yeah, right!’
“My internet business is running well. It’s set up so I’m not needed full-time. Doing… what do you call it anyway?”
“Reading peoples futures?” she shrugged.
“Doing, that, will give me two streams of income,” he said frowning.
“A mercenary way of looking at it,” she said stiffly, her lips pressing to a fine line.
He half smiled. Telling her about the charities he supported could wait.
“I’m off to work,” she said standing abruptly. “Help yourself to food, whatever you need.”
Her smile was gone. She glanced at him as she disappeared out the door.
Mmmm! ‘Won’t hold eye contact.’
A grin spread across his face.
‘Our first tiff. Just like an old married couple.’
He folded his hands behind his head and rolled onto his back.
“Arrrgh! Blasted backside.”
Continued…
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Synchro
“Will it be dangerous?” she said concerned and biting into toast and vegemite.
“Theoretically, no,” he said.
“Then, no problem,” said Cindy.
Both thought, ‘Yeah, right!’
“My internet business is running well. It’s set up so I’m not needed full-time. Doing… what do you call it anyway?”
“Reading peoples futures?” she shrugged.
“Doing, that, will give me two streams of income,” he said frowning.
“A mercenary way of looking at it,” she said stiffly, her lips pressing to a fine line.
He half smiled. Telling her about the charities he supported could wait.
“I’m off to work,” she said standing abruptly. “Help yourself to food, whatever you need.”
Her smile was gone. She glanced at him as she disappeared out the door.
Mmmm! ‘Won’t hold eye contact.’
A grin spread across his face.
‘Our first tiff. Just like an old married couple.’
He folded his hands behind his head and rolled onto his back.
“Arrrgh! Blasted backside.”
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
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Saturday, June 13, 2009
Episode 58: Rest and Decide
Synchro
Episode 58
“You can think about it while you rest,” she’d added.
He didn’t need to think about it. He already knew what was in store. Knowing ‘what’ was going to happen took a lot of uncertainty out of his future and eliminated the insecurity that came with the unknown. However, it didn’t fill-in the blanks of ‘how’ or ‘when’ he would achieve the ‘what’.
Fate sure was moving things along though.
The evening disappeared quickly as she’d prepared for work the next day and tucked him in before taking herself to bed.
Synch lay on his side in the darkened room. The slashes of street-light creeping through the venetian blinds was somehow comforting. He rolled over to give his right side relief and faced the back of the sofa. He should be going to work too. Five days cooped up inside was going to be a drag at best. It wasn’t at all like the movies where the shot hero was back on deck five seconds later in the next scene. This sucked.
A whiff of lamb stew tickled his saliva glands as his eyelids closed the world out. A good night’s sleep and he’d be fine in the morning. Yeah.
His backside ached, one side of his body had had enough of being laid on as did the other. The pale morning light signaled wakeup time. Morning ablutions, breakfast and out the door was not on his roster today. He scrunched the pillow, settled his head and listened to flowing water as Cindy showered. She dressed and was fastening her earings when she bounced into the lounge-room.
“Hi.” She sat on the coffee table smiling down at him. “Ready for breakfast?”
“Mmmm,” he grumbled.
“Cheer up. You’ll feel better soon,” she said busying herself in the kitchen.
Synch’s mobile rang.
“Yeah, David?” he said into it.
“Fine,” he said. Hot toast and tea aromas filled his nose.
“Oh,” the down-turn in his voice was noticeable. “What now? …oh… …mm… yeah… no I haven’t decided.” He disconnected the call as Cindy placed toast and tea before him.
“David Buchanan didn’t make it,” he said. He gazed past Cindy.
She held his hand.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured.
He shrugged.
“Finestra wants to know if I’ll be a consultant for the police investigation unit.”
“Will you?”
He gently massaged her palm with his thumb.
“If I do, it might help catch the bad guys,” he said weakly injecting humour into the prospect. Clear memories of the last few days bore immense influence over his decision.
“Probably, …yeah.”
Continued…
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Writer
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Episode 58
“You can think about it while you rest,” she’d added.
He didn’t need to think about it. He already knew what was in store. Knowing ‘what’ was going to happen took a lot of uncertainty out of his future and eliminated the insecurity that came with the unknown. However, it didn’t fill-in the blanks of ‘how’ or ‘when’ he would achieve the ‘what’.
Fate sure was moving things along though.
The evening disappeared quickly as she’d prepared for work the next day and tucked him in before taking herself to bed.
Synch lay on his side in the darkened room. The slashes of street-light creeping through the venetian blinds was somehow comforting. He rolled over to give his right side relief and faced the back of the sofa. He should be going to work too. Five days cooped up inside was going to be a drag at best. It wasn’t at all like the movies where the shot hero was back on deck five seconds later in the next scene. This sucked.
A whiff of lamb stew tickled his saliva glands as his eyelids closed the world out. A good night’s sleep and he’d be fine in the morning. Yeah.
His backside ached, one side of his body had had enough of being laid on as did the other. The pale morning light signaled wakeup time. Morning ablutions, breakfast and out the door was not on his roster today. He scrunched the pillow, settled his head and listened to flowing water as Cindy showered. She dressed and was fastening her earings when she bounced into the lounge-room.
“Hi.” She sat on the coffee table smiling down at him. “Ready for breakfast?”
“Mmmm,” he grumbled.
“Cheer up. You’ll feel better soon,” she said busying herself in the kitchen.
Synch’s mobile rang.
“Yeah, David?” he said into it.
“Fine,” he said. Hot toast and tea aromas filled his nose.
“Oh,” the down-turn in his voice was noticeable. “What now? …oh… …mm… yeah… no I haven’t decided.” He disconnected the call as Cindy placed toast and tea before him.
“David Buchanan didn’t make it,” he said. He gazed past Cindy.
She held his hand.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured.
He shrugged.
“Finestra wants to know if I’ll be a consultant for the police investigation unit.”
“Will you?”
He gently massaged her palm with his thumb.
“If I do, it might help catch the bad guys,” he said weakly injecting humour into the prospect. Clear memories of the last few days bore immense influence over his decision.
“Probably, …yeah.”
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
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