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.
Continued…
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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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Writer
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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…
By Diane L Wood
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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Writer
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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…
By Diane L Wood
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…
By Diane L Wood
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
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
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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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Writer
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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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