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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Friday, February 20, 2009
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…
By Diane L Wood
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…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
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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…
By Diane L Wood
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
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