Episode 45
Synchro
Synch shot out of bed.
David and Will had guns drawn as Synch met them in the kitchen.
“What was that,” Cindy whispered from the bedroom doorway.
David pursed his lips and held his straightened index finger vertically instructing silence.
He pointed to the ceiling.
Synch glanced at his watch.
It was after eight.
The four stood as still as the eerie precursor to a violent storm.
Five minutes went by.
No noise.
Will moved silently to a front window and angled himself to look out the window at the side of the curtain without touching it. Curtain movement would give them away.
David was at the front door, hand on the door-handle.
They waited another five minutes.
No noise.
Slowly David turned the door-handle. He eased the door open the width of an eye.
A ray of morning light lay straight and flat across the floor.
He opened the door a tad more and breathed out heavily, shoulders relaxed.
Holstering his gun he opened the door wide and hooked his thumb toward the massive old gum tree two metres from the entry. The white trunk glistened in the morning light.
“It dropped a branch on the roof,” he said.
A gnarled leafless branch dangled over the edge of the roof guttering.
Floating in on a gentle breeze came the raucous laugh of a nearby kookaburra.
None of them thought it was funny.
Continued…
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Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Episode 44: Sleepless in Seymour
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Episode 44
Synchro
“I checked out her past and future. Her only involvement is with me,” he said emphatically. He looked at them as if they should know.
They looked puzzled.
“Remember this ‘ability’ I have?”
“Oh yeah,” they nodded.
The door creaked open and Cindy bounced back into the room, grinning.
“Good news?” asked Synch.
“Mum has lots of comforting words. They help a lot,” she smiled and blushed a little.
Synch was unable to hear conversations when he appraised subjects. He could see her mother while studying Cindy. He knew Cindy wasn’t telling him something. She’d tell him when she was ready.
“You three get some sleep,” said David. “I’ll take the first shift. Relieve me in two hours Will.”
It was well after 2 a.m. when the beds groaned under occupancy.
The kitchen chair squeaked as David made himself comfortable.
Synchro settled back wondering why he couldn’t foresee his own future. It helped that he saw other’s future’s and how he fitted into them. He was alive and well in each instance.
However, if the future could be changed…
He was well aware of the beautiful woman in the bed opposite him as he drifted into a light sleep.
Foggy dreams plagued his need for rest.
Surely deep rejuvenating sleep would come soon.
He lay on his back, arm bent over his eyes, silently urging the night to go quickly…
CRA-A-ACK!
THUNK!
Continued…
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Episode 44
Synchro
“I checked out her past and future. Her only involvement is with me,” he said emphatically. He looked at them as if they should know.
They looked puzzled.
“Remember this ‘ability’ I have?”
“Oh yeah,” they nodded.
The door creaked open and Cindy bounced back into the room, grinning.
“Good news?” asked Synch.
“Mum has lots of comforting words. They help a lot,” she smiled and blushed a little.
Synch was unable to hear conversations when he appraised subjects. He could see her mother while studying Cindy. He knew Cindy wasn’t telling him something. She’d tell him when she was ready.
“You three get some sleep,” said David. “I’ll take the first shift. Relieve me in two hours Will.”
It was well after 2 a.m. when the beds groaned under occupancy.
The kitchen chair squeaked as David made himself comfortable.
Synchro settled back wondering why he couldn’t foresee his own future. It helped that he saw other’s future’s and how he fitted into them. He was alive and well in each instance.
However, if the future could be changed…
He was well aware of the beautiful woman in the bed opposite him as he drifted into a light sleep.
Foggy dreams plagued his need for rest.
Surely deep rejuvenating sleep would come soon.
He lay on his back, arm bent over his eyes, silently urging the night to go quickly…
CRA-A-ACK!
THUNK!
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
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Saturday, April 4, 2009
Episode 43: Cindy Makes a Call
Episode 43
Synchro
David opened up and clicked on the lights. The musty air matched the thick coat of dust on all horizontal surfaces.
Cindy pulled a tissue from her pocket in time to catch a series of sneezes.
Four single beds in the box size bedrooms were as uninviting as Cindy’s dust mite re-action.
“What happened to protection in the lap of luxury?” said Synch.
David shrugged.
“We can’t take you to a motel. Too many witnesses. We’ll keep moving. You won’t be a ‘sitting’ target then.”
“Great,” said Synch facetiously. “Much better to be a ‘moving’ target.”
Cindy bit her lip. Her brow creased. She rummaged in her handbag and found her mobile phone.
“I have to call Mum,” she said.
“It’s after midnight,” said Synch.
“She won’t mind,” said Cindy.
“Don’t tell her where you are or what’s going on,” said David.
“Ok. I need some privacy though,” she said cautiously turning on a bedroom light and edging into the cheap aging depths. She closed the door behind her.
David looked quizzically at Synch.
“Girl stuff I guess,” he answered.
The detectives adjusted the curtains completely covering all the windows.
“How much do you know about Cindy,” Will asked over his shoulder.
“She’s a good worker. Her resume is excellent,” Synch answered.
Her muffled voice filtered through the door.
The detectives’ eyes narrowed at the shut door.
“Come o-o-o-on!” said Synch. “She is NOT involved in this.”
The pair looked unconvinced.
Continued…
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Synchro
David opened up and clicked on the lights. The musty air matched the thick coat of dust on all horizontal surfaces.
Cindy pulled a tissue from her pocket in time to catch a series of sneezes.
Four single beds in the box size bedrooms were as uninviting as Cindy’s dust mite re-action.
“What happened to protection in the lap of luxury?” said Synch.
David shrugged.
“We can’t take you to a motel. Too many witnesses. We’ll keep moving. You won’t be a ‘sitting’ target then.”
“Great,” said Synch facetiously. “Much better to be a ‘moving’ target.”
Cindy bit her lip. Her brow creased. She rummaged in her handbag and found her mobile phone.
“I have to call Mum,” she said.
“It’s after midnight,” said Synch.
“She won’t mind,” said Cindy.
“Don’t tell her where you are or what’s going on,” said David.
“Ok. I need some privacy though,” she said cautiously turning on a bedroom light and edging into the cheap aging depths. She closed the door behind her.
David looked quizzically at Synch.
“Girl stuff I guess,” he answered.
The detectives adjusted the curtains completely covering all the windows.
“How much do you know about Cindy,” Will asked over his shoulder.
“She’s a good worker. Her resume is excellent,” Synch answered.
Her muffled voice filtered through the door.
The detectives’ eyes narrowed at the shut door.
“Come o-o-o-on!” said Synch. “She is NOT involved in this.”
The pair looked unconvinced.
Continued…
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Sunday, March 29, 2009
Episode 42: Seymour in the Dark
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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Writer
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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…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
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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…
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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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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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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…
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Writer
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