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
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
A Short Short Story: http://easywaytowrite.19.forumer.com/viewtopic.php?t=9
(You may need to copy and paste these to your browser’s address bar.)
Monday, March 16, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Episode 36: Will Predictions Happen?
Episode 36
Synchro
“Officers Fran Teddington,” the plain clothed woman nodded at Cindy and Synch, “and Brett Macchan will take the first shift,” said David. Brett half smiled at them.
The main room must have been a ball-room in the house’s hey day. Now it was fitted out with stretchers, bedding and tea making paraphernalia.
“Is this really necessary?” Synch asked.
“Unfortunately yes,” said David.
“I don’t see anything in my future that suggests I’ll be attacked or murdered.”
He looked hard at Cindy.
“Or Cindy,” he added.
“How sure are you that people aren’t able to change their future?” said David.
“The department consults with other psychics and they agree it’s possible to do so,” Will Brown said.
“It’s a bit new to me. I’m only sure that what I see at that moment will happen,” said Synch. “I guess if I told someone they’d have a car accident at a particular time at a particular place they could stay home in bed that day.”
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
A Short Short Story: http://easywaytowrite.19.forumer.com/viewtopic.php?t=9
(You may need to copy and paste these to your browser’s address bar.)
Synchro
“Officers Fran Teddington,” the plain clothed woman nodded at Cindy and Synch, “and Brett Macchan will take the first shift,” said David. Brett half smiled at them.
The main room must have been a ball-room in the house’s hey day. Now it was fitted out with stretchers, bedding and tea making paraphernalia.
“Is this really necessary?” Synch asked.
“Unfortunately yes,” said David.
“I don’t see anything in my future that suggests I’ll be attacked or murdered.”
He looked hard at Cindy.
“Or Cindy,” he added.
“How sure are you that people aren’t able to change their future?” said David.
“The department consults with other psychics and they agree it’s possible to do so,” Will Brown said.
“It’s a bit new to me. I’m only sure that what I see at that moment will happen,” said Synch. “I guess if I told someone they’d have a car accident at a particular time at a particular place they could stay home in bed that day.”
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
A Short Short Story: http://easywaytowrite.19.forumer.com/viewtopic.php?t=9
(You may need to copy and paste these to your browser’s address bar.)
Episode 35: Home Away From Home
Episode 35
Synchro
The car stopped in a driveway. Through the shadows of darkness Synch saw the house of many columns. The old two story building clung together with scrolls and curlycues ornate and bordering on derelict. Years of neglect shattered what must have been at one time a grand dwelling.
“Get out of the car and walk quickly. Don’t look around,” David instructed.
His eyes darted about, searching.
The quartette made their dash to sanctuary.
The battered front door opened as they approached.
Synch held Cindy’s hand tight a weak effort, he thought, at conveying being there for her. Hell, if it wasn’t for him she wouldn’t be here in the first place.
“Make yourselves comfortable,” said David. “This is going to be home until the suspect is apprehended.”
Synch and Cindy stared at him.
“The man’s a psychopath. We have to protect you and this is the safest place,” David said.
Cindy shuddered.
“I’m sorry,” Synch said to her.
Her bottom lip gave a tiny quiver. Her eyes floated in watery pools.
Synch took her in his arms and held her tight.
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
A Short Short Story: http://easywaytowrite.19.forumer.com/viewtopic.php?t=9
(You may need to copy and paste these to your browser’s address bar.)
Synchro
The car stopped in a driveway. Through the shadows of darkness Synch saw the house of many columns. The old two story building clung together with scrolls and curlycues ornate and bordering on derelict. Years of neglect shattered what must have been at one time a grand dwelling.
“Get out of the car and walk quickly. Don’t look around,” David instructed.
His eyes darted about, searching.
The quartette made their dash to sanctuary.
The battered front door opened as they approached.
Synch held Cindy’s hand tight a weak effort, he thought, at conveying being there for her. Hell, if it wasn’t for him she wouldn’t be here in the first place.
“Make yourselves comfortable,” said David. “This is going to be home until the suspect is apprehended.”
Synch and Cindy stared at him.
“The man’s a psychopath. We have to protect you and this is the safest place,” David said.
Cindy shuddered.
“I’m sorry,” Synch said to her.
Her bottom lip gave a tiny quiver. Her eyes floated in watery pools.
Synch took her in his arms and held her tight.
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
A Short Short Story: http://easywaytowrite.19.forumer.com/viewtopic.php?t=9
(You may need to copy and paste these to your browser’s address bar.)
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Episode 34: Everything?
Episode 34
Synchro
“I, um, kind of…” he started.
The car took another corner. They were flung to the other side.
“Well it’s like this,” he had to tell her he knew that but it felt all wrong. They were supposed to get to know each other first then he’d tell her, gradually.
David turned and faced them in the back.
“He’s psychic Cindy. He knows everything about a person by looking at them.” Then to Synch, “Can’t wait for whatever it was you were waiting for. She’s in this too now.”
Cindy sat rigid, frowning.
“Psychic?” she said. Her mind ticked over. “Everything?”
Synch bit his bottom lip.
“Yeah,” he answered. “What exactly do you mean by ‘this?’” he asked David.
“The suspect you observed with us found out about you. We think some loud mouth cop made jokes about your ‘talent' while the guy was in the holding cell. Our informer says he’s after you.”
“Bugger,” said David.
Cindy was staring into space.
“Everything,” she muttered.
Her face was crimson.
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
A Short Short Story: http://easywaytowrite.19.forumer.com/viewtopic.php?t=9
(You may need to copy and paste these to your browser’s address bar.)
Synchro
“I, um, kind of…” he started.
The car took another corner. They were flung to the other side.
“Well it’s like this,” he had to tell her he knew that but it felt all wrong. They were supposed to get to know each other first then he’d tell her, gradually.
David turned and faced them in the back.
“He’s psychic Cindy. He knows everything about a person by looking at them.” Then to Synch, “Can’t wait for whatever it was you were waiting for. She’s in this too now.”
Cindy sat rigid, frowning.
“Psychic?” she said. Her mind ticked over. “Everything?”
Synch bit his bottom lip.
“Yeah,” he answered. “What exactly do you mean by ‘this?’” he asked David.
“The suspect you observed with us found out about you. We think some loud mouth cop made jokes about your ‘talent' while the guy was in the holding cell. Our informer says he’s after you.”
“Bugger,” said David.
Cindy was staring into space.
“Everything,” she muttered.
Her face was crimson.
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
A Short Short Story: http://easywaytowrite.19.forumer.com/viewtopic.php?t=9
(You may need to copy and paste these to your browser’s address bar.)
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Episode 33: Have You Told Her?
Hey Cynde, Cacaz and Barinagirl! Thanks for registering as followers. I hope you're enjoying the serial. It's fun writing it.
Episode 33
Synchro
Cindy frowned at Synch.
He half shrugged back.
They jolted to the side as they rounded a corner. Will Brown spun the wheels. He was in a hurry.
“These are the detectives I was helping.”
“Did you tell her what you do?” asked David.
“Ah, no,” Synch answered looking at Cindy. “Our date was cut short.”
He knew the next question before she opened her mouth.
“What do you do?”
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
A Short Short Story: http://easywaytowrite.19.forumer.com/viewtopic.php?t=9
(You may need to copy and paste these to your browser’s address bar.)
Episode 33
Synchro
Cindy frowned at Synch.
He half shrugged back.
They jolted to the side as they rounded a corner. Will Brown spun the wheels. He was in a hurry.
“These are the detectives I was helping.”
“Did you tell her what you do?” asked David.
“Ah, no,” Synch answered looking at Cindy. “Our date was cut short.”
He knew the next question before she opened her mouth.
“What do you do?”
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
A Short Short Story: http://easywaytowrite.19.forumer.com/viewtopic.php?t=9
(You may need to copy and paste these to your browser’s address bar.)
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Episode 32: Not Finished
Episode 32
Synchro
Synch sat stock still staring at Cindy then at the phone in his hand.
He’d better do as the detective ordered.
“We have to leave,” he said sliding his chair back.
“But I haven’t quite finished eating.”
“I’m sorry. It’s really important that we get out of here now.”
Confusion began to form a possible reason for David’s call. The man they watched packing bags his boot must have something to do with it.
Synch took Cindy’s hand and hurried to the register to pay for their meals. He glanced about the room looking for the man. Nope, couldn’t see him.
“What’s it all about?” asked Cindy as they climbed into the car waiting at the door.
Before they clicked their seat belts David put his foot down.
They were flung back in their seats.
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writers
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
A Short Short Story: http://easywaytowrite.19.forumer.com/viewtopic.php?t=9
(You may need to copy and paste these to your browser’s address bar.)
Synchro
Synch sat stock still staring at Cindy then at the phone in his hand.
He’d better do as the detective ordered.
“We have to leave,” he said sliding his chair back.
“But I haven’t quite finished eating.”
“I’m sorry. It’s really important that we get out of here now.”
Confusion began to form a possible reason for David’s call. The man they watched packing bags his boot must have something to do with it.
Synch took Cindy’s hand and hurried to the register to pay for their meals. He glanced about the room looking for the man. Nope, couldn’t see him.
“What’s it all about?” asked Cindy as they climbed into the car waiting at the door.
Before they clicked their seat belts David put his foot down.
They were flung back in their seats.
Continued…
By Diane L Wood
Writers
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
A Short Short Story: http://easywaytowrite.19.forumer.com/viewtopic.php?t=9
(You may need to copy and paste these to your browser’s address bar.)
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Episode 31: Ending Abruptly
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…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
A Short Short Story: http://easywaytowrite.19.forumer.com/viewtopic.php?t=9
(You may need to copy and paste these to your browser’s address bar.)
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…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
A Short Short Story: http://easywaytowrite.19.forumer.com/viewtopic.php?t=9
(You may need to copy and paste these to your browser’s address bar.)
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
