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
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Friday, February 6, 2009
Episode 18: Information, Decision, Action
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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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