Episode 42
Synchro
The car slowed as Will veered left along the off-ramp towards Seymour.
“Ryan Sturges has been convicted on several counts. None of them involved a fire arm,” said Will Brown. “You said you saw him murdering two women. How did he do it?”
“With a knife,” said Synch. He looked at Cindy and winced. “Gruesome.”
“His convictions involved inflicting knife wounds,” Will continued.
“He might have got hold of a gun,” David added. “But it doesn’t fit his MO.”
“You think someone else took pot-shots at us?” said Synch.
“It’s possible,” said David.
They turned right. The sleeping town was eerie under flourescent street lights. At the other side of town they returned to darkness.
The dirt road came up on their right. Will drove slowly. They bumped along the single lane track and stopped in front of a small cement sheet bungalow.
“We’re home kids,” said David. His humour was lost on the others.
They got out of the car and examined the nondescript building.
“Are you sure this is safe?” said Synch.
“As sure as we can be,” said David.
Cindy came to Synch and held his hand.
Her hand was cold.
He felt her tremble.
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
Continued…
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Sunday, March 29, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Episode 41: Co-incidence?
Episode 41
Synchro
“Probably a co-incidence,” said Synch.
“Did you have a run in with him?” asked David.
“Everyone did,” Synch answered. “He stole from me and I fronted him about it. Lots of kids did. It was a regular occurrence for him. If you’re thinking vendetta, he’d have to spread it around with half the students of the school.
“Can you think of any reason he’d single you out?” said the detective.
“None,” said Synch after a moments thought. “The kid was a creep and about as welcome as warts. Everyone agreed.”
“Did you just make that up, about warts,” said David.
“No. I came up with it in one of my few creative moments at school,” Synch laughed.
“Did he know you made it up?” said Will Brown.
“Pr-o-b-ab-ly,” Synch. The hum of the motor and flash of car lights in the black country night didn’t re-shape their one combined conscious thought.
“Ahhh, no-o-o,” said Synch. “Ryan wouldn’t be after me for a little thing like that.”
David cut in to the car’s hum.
“People have killed for less.”
Continued…
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Synchro
“Probably a co-incidence,” said Synch.
“Did you have a run in with him?” asked David.
“Everyone did,” Synch answered. “He stole from me and I fronted him about it. Lots of kids did. It was a regular occurrence for him. If you’re thinking vendetta, he’d have to spread it around with half the students of the school.
“Can you think of any reason he’d single you out?” said the detective.
“None,” said Synch after a moments thought. “The kid was a creep and about as welcome as warts. Everyone agreed.”
“Did you just make that up, about warts,” said David.
“No. I came up with it in one of my few creative moments at school,” Synch laughed.
“Did he know you made it up?” said Will Brown.
“Pr-o-b-ab-ly,” Synch. The hum of the motor and flash of car lights in the black country night didn’t re-shape their one combined conscious thought.
“Ahhh, no-o-o,” said Synch. “Ryan wouldn’t be after me for a little thing like that.”
David cut in to the car’s hum.
“People have killed for less.”
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
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Sunday, March 22, 2009
Episode 40: Instant Recall
Episode 40
Synchro
A few more corners and the engine’s pitch signaled high speed and a smooth flat road.
“Where are we going?” said Synch.
“A remote place in the country, near Seymour,” said David.
“Seymour’s an hours drive up the Hume Highway. Do we have to stay on the floor all the way?”
“You can get up now,” David answered. He glanced back at the vehicles behind them. Synch looked too. A stream of bright headlights struck the backs of his eyes. His pupils hadn’t adjusted to being out from under the blanket. He blinked the pain away.
Synch and Cindy clicked on their seat belts.
The four sat silently each in their own thoughts about what had happened and what was ahead.
“David, what’s the name of the suspect we observed packing his car boot?” Synch asked.
“Ryan Sturges. You know him?”
Recall was instant.
“I went to primary school with a Ryan Sturges. He spent a lot of time with the headmaster. The kid liked hitting girls and taking other kids property. No-one liked him. He had a slightly turned eye and was fat, nothing like the skinny guy we watched,” said Synch.
“Even though he’s thin now he’s still got the turned eye,” said David.
Synch and Cindy looked at each other. The headlights glaring in from behind revealed one shared thought on their faces.
This can’t be good.
She took his hand and held it firmly.
Continued…
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Writer
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Synchro
A few more corners and the engine’s pitch signaled high speed and a smooth flat road.
“Where are we going?” said Synch.
“A remote place in the country, near Seymour,” said David.
“Seymour’s an hours drive up the Hume Highway. Do we have to stay on the floor all the way?”
“You can get up now,” David answered. He glanced back at the vehicles behind them. Synch looked too. A stream of bright headlights struck the backs of his eyes. His pupils hadn’t adjusted to being out from under the blanket. He blinked the pain away.
Synch and Cindy clicked on their seat belts.
The four sat silently each in their own thoughts about what had happened and what was ahead.
“David, what’s the name of the suspect we observed packing his car boot?” Synch asked.
“Ryan Sturges. You know him?”
Recall was instant.
“I went to primary school with a Ryan Sturges. He spent a lot of time with the headmaster. The kid liked hitting girls and taking other kids property. No-one liked him. He had a slightly turned eye and was fat, nothing like the skinny guy we watched,” said Synch.
“Even though he’s thin now he’s still got the turned eye,” said David.
Synch and Cindy looked at each other. The headlights glaring in from behind revealed one shared thought on their faces.
This can’t be good.
She took his hand and held it firmly.
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
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Episode 39: From Under the Blanket
Episode 39
Synchro
Powerful strobes lit the front and back of the house like pyrotechnics on New Years Eve.
“Come on,” David said to Synch and Cindy. He hurried them out the back door to a waiting unmarked car and shoved a blanket at them.
“Get down on the floor and cover yourselves,” he said opening the back door for them. “We’ve got to get you away before news teams arrive.”
They did as instructed and felt the car backup then take off.
“Ever been on a first date like this before?” came from under the blanket.
“Um, n-o. I was involved in a serious car accident on a date once. That was a second date. Then there was the restaurant fire, also a second date. The robbery under gunpoint, it was a third date. Poor guy was a mess.”
Synch digested the info for a few minutes.
“Anything else?”
“Minor things like hot coffee spills in laps, twisted ankles from falling down stairs and losing car keys in the Yarra River.”
“All those things happened to you?”
“Not me, no. My dates.”
“While you were with them?”
“Yeah.”
“Can we get up now David,” said Synch. “I’m sweating under here.”
“We’re almost there,” said David unsuccessfully hiding a snicker.
“Are all your dates – eventful?” Synch asked.
“Only the first few, I think. Most guys don’t risk a repeat performance and ask me out again, except for one, so it’s hard to say.”
“It’s very hot under here David,” said Synch.
“I can imagine,” said David under his breath.
“What?” said Synch.
“I’m turning up the air con,” David said out loud.
They all lurched sideways as Will Brown cornered too fast.
Continued…
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Synchro
Powerful strobes lit the front and back of the house like pyrotechnics on New Years Eve.
“Come on,” David said to Synch and Cindy. He hurried them out the back door to a waiting unmarked car and shoved a blanket at them.
“Get down on the floor and cover yourselves,” he said opening the back door for them. “We’ve got to get you away before news teams arrive.”
They did as instructed and felt the car backup then take off.
“Ever been on a first date like this before?” came from under the blanket.
“Um, n-o. I was involved in a serious car accident on a date once. That was a second date. Then there was the restaurant fire, also a second date. The robbery under gunpoint, it was a third date. Poor guy was a mess.”
Synch digested the info for a few minutes.
“Anything else?”
“Minor things like hot coffee spills in laps, twisted ankles from falling down stairs and losing car keys in the Yarra River.”
“All those things happened to you?”
“Not me, no. My dates.”
“While you were with them?”
“Yeah.”
“Can we get up now David,” said Synch. “I’m sweating under here.”
“We’re almost there,” said David unsuccessfully hiding a snicker.
“Are all your dates – eventful?” Synch asked.
“Only the first few, I think. Most guys don’t risk a repeat performance and ask me out again, except for one, so it’s hard to say.”
“It’s very hot under here David,” said Synch.
“I can imagine,” said David under his breath.
“What?” said Synch.
“I’m turning up the air con,” David said out loud.
They all lurched sideways as Will Brown cornered too fast.
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
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Friday, March 20, 2009
Another Short Story for You
I've just completed posting a short story at:
http://ancientearthashortstory.blogspot.com/
for your entertainment.
Let me know what you think.
Cheers
Diane
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http://ancientearthashortstory.blogspot.com/
http://ancientearthashortstory.blogspot.com/
for your entertainment.
Let me know what you think.
Cheers
Diane
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http://ancientearthashortstory.blogspot.com/
Episode 38: ... A ... Bit ... Heavy
Episode 38
Synchro
‘Thtck-thtck-thtck!’
“Stay down,” said David.
“No argument here,” Cindy mumbled into Synch’s shoulder.
“… four gunshots,” said David into his mobile phone. “Immediate assistance… “
Synch spread himself over Cindy.
“You’re … a … bit … heavy,” she forced out from under his weight.
He rested his forearms on the floor either side of her and raised himself slightly.
Her hair smelled like some kind of flower.
Her body was warm and firm.
His natural physical reaction was evident to them both.
“If this is your idea of foreplay,” she said. A snicker came from the darkness. “I must warn you I don’t have sex on the first date,” she whispered.
More snickers.
“I don’t usually flatten my dates, unless you count the time…”
“What?” Cindy stiffened.
“Just kidding,” said Synch.
A rash of distance sirens grew suddenly louder. Blue light flashed in through gaps at the sides of the dusty faded curtains.
“The cavalry?” said Synch to anyone in the room.
“And your taxi to your next new home,” said David.
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
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Synchro
‘Thtck-thtck-thtck!’
“Stay down,” said David.
“No argument here,” Cindy mumbled into Synch’s shoulder.
“… four gunshots,” said David into his mobile phone. “Immediate assistance… “
Synch spread himself over Cindy.
“You’re … a … bit … heavy,” she forced out from under his weight.
He rested his forearms on the floor either side of her and raised himself slightly.
Her hair smelled like some kind of flower.
Her body was warm and firm.
His natural physical reaction was evident to them both.
“If this is your idea of foreplay,” she said. A snicker came from the darkness. “I must warn you I don’t have sex on the first date,” she whispered.
More snickers.
“I don’t usually flatten my dates, unless you count the time…”
“What?” Cindy stiffened.
“Just kidding,” said Synch.
A rash of distance sirens grew suddenly louder. Blue light flashed in through gaps at the sides of the dusty faded curtains.
“The cavalry?” said Synch to anyone in the room.
“And your taxi to your next new home,” said David.
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
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Monday, March 16, 2009
Episode 37: Fantastic
Episode 37
Synchro
‘Thtck!’ Glass broke and scattered under a window.
“Get down,” David ordered drawing his gun.
They all hugged the floor.
Someone reached up and killed the lights.
“What was that?” said Synch from the floor.
“Gunfire,” came a chorus of three voices in the dark.
Synch was still holding Cindy’s hand. He slid closer and half laid on her shielding her from the direction of the broken window.
“You okay?” he whispered.
‘Grrrr.’
The noise came from inside Cindy.
“Apart from being half squashed, half fed and in shock knowing you know all my intimate details when we virtually don’t know each other, I’m bloody fantastic,” she snapped.
“Oh, sorry,” he answered.
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
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Synchro
‘Thtck!’ Glass broke and scattered under a window.
“Get down,” David ordered drawing his gun.
They all hugged the floor.
Someone reached up and killed the lights.
“What was that?” said Synch from the floor.
“Gunfire,” came a chorus of three voices in the dark.
Synch was still holding Cindy’s hand. He slid closer and half laid on her shielding her from the direction of the broken window.
“You okay?” he whispered.
‘Grrrr.’
The noise came from inside Cindy.
“Apart from being half squashed, half fed and in shock knowing you know all my intimate details when we virtually don’t know each other, I’m bloody fantastic,” she snapped.
“Oh, sorry,” he answered.
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
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