Episode 48
Synchro
David Finestra reported to his superiors as they sped along the highway toward Melbourne. No other words were spoken during the hour long trip.
Synchro didn’t care what either detective thought. He knew what he knew and it was time to trust his knowledge.
The four got out of the car at Synch’s place. His flat was at the front of a block of four ground level units.
“We’d like to check inside,” said David.
Synch thought it was unnecessary.
“You’ve been away over-night, long enough for someone to gain entry,” the detective added.
Synch saw his point and unlocked the door.
David and Will inspected the bedrooms, bathroom and did a quick scan out the back.
Nothing was amiss.
“If anything unusual happens, even an odd noise, call me,” said David.
Synch and Cindy had their backs to Will and didn’t see what he was doing. He was in the kitchen, at the bench, with his back toward to them.
“You have my mobile number in your speed dial,” David added. “Use it.”
Synch agreed and opened the front door. The detectives exchanged glances a triffle longer than they should have.
They took the hint and left.
Cindy and Synch watched through the window as the detectives drove off.
“You don’t need their protection,” she said turning to Synch.
Flowers. Yeah, she smelled lightly of some kind of flower. Must be her hair. And musk, natural musk. It was bringing his senses to life, and other things. He wanted to slowly undress her and kiss her all over starting with her left ear lobe.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
‘THU-UMK.’
‘BANGHK.’
The back door banged open and smashed against the wall.
“David!” said Synch.
Continued…
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Sunday, April 12, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Episode 47: Home, Now!
Have a happy, safe Easter break everyone.
Episode 47
Synchro
The quartette digested his words.
“You know what?” said Synch facing David and Will. “It could be David Buchanan or Ryan Sturges or you Will or you David or someone we haven’t even thought of who has it in for me.” His voice grew in volume. “I don’t care anymore. I’ve had enough. Take me home.”
“Settle down,” said David.
“Take me home now,” Synch demanded.
“We can’t do that while you’re a target,” said David.
“Now,” Synch repeated.
The detectives stared at Synch.
“What about Cindy?” said David.
Synch laced his fingers through hers.
“She comes with me, if she wants to,” said Synch looking at her for confirmation.
“That’s not what I meant,” said David.
Synch and Cindy frowned nutting out his meaning.
Synch’s eyes narrowed.
“I told you she’s honest,” said Synch.
Cindy looked down from under dark lashes and bit her bottom lip.
He stood up holding her hand firmly and helped her to her feet.
“Take us home now David or we’ll hitchhike,” said Synch.
Continued…
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Episode 47
Synchro
The quartette digested his words.
“You know what?” said Synch facing David and Will. “It could be David Buchanan or Ryan Sturges or you Will or you David or someone we haven’t even thought of who has it in for me.” His voice grew in volume. “I don’t care anymore. I’ve had enough. Take me home.”
“Settle down,” said David.
“Take me home now,” Synch demanded.
“We can’t do that while you’re a target,” said David.
“Now,” Synch repeated.
The detectives stared at Synch.
“What about Cindy?” said David.
Synch laced his fingers through hers.
“She comes with me, if she wants to,” said Synch looking at her for confirmation.
“That’s not what I meant,” said David.
Synch and Cindy frowned nutting out his meaning.
Synch’s eyes narrowed.
“I told you she’s honest,” said Synch.
Cindy looked down from under dark lashes and bit her bottom lip.
He stood up holding her hand firmly and helped her to her feet.
“Take us home now David or we’ll hitchhike,” said Synch.
Continued…
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Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Episode 46: Beneficiary?
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Episode 46
Synchro
The detectives scrutinised the area at a busy truck-stop near Seymour. The site was clear of suspicious looking characters like Ryan Sturges.
A breakfast of crisp bacon, eggs, fried tomato and tea was going down well when Synch’s mobile rang and displayed the caller I.D. He went to move away and take the call where it wouldn’t disturb the other’s while eating. David motioned him to stay put.
“Jenny!” said Synch. He listened. “I’m not late. I won’t be in today… …she won’t be in either.” He looked at Cindy.
The others kept eating.
“Open it and read it to me,” he said. He listened some more and said goodbye.
“Apparently I’m sole beneficiary of the estate of the late Edith Buchanan,” he said. “Strange. I was only her neighbour. Why didn’t she leave it to her son David or some other relative?” he thought aloud.
They ate in silence.
Their mind activity clogged the surrounding atmosphere.
The morning sun streaming through the window failed to warm the chill of their thoughts.
The last morsel cleaned from his plate and Will could stand it no longer.
He voiced the dominant question.
“Does David Buchanan own a gun?”
Continued…
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Cheers
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Episode 46
Synchro
The detectives scrutinised the area at a busy truck-stop near Seymour. The site was clear of suspicious looking characters like Ryan Sturges.
A breakfast of crisp bacon, eggs, fried tomato and tea was going down well when Synch’s mobile rang and displayed the caller I.D. He went to move away and take the call where it wouldn’t disturb the other’s while eating. David motioned him to stay put.
“Jenny!” said Synch. He listened. “I’m not late. I won’t be in today… …she won’t be in either.” He looked at Cindy.
The others kept eating.
“Open it and read it to me,” he said. He listened some more and said goodbye.
“Apparently I’m sole beneficiary of the estate of the late Edith Buchanan,” he said. “Strange. I was only her neighbour. Why didn’t she leave it to her son David or some other relative?” he thought aloud.
They ate in silence.
Their mind activity clogged the surrounding atmosphere.
The morning sun streaming through the window failed to warm the chill of their thoughts.
The last morsel cleaned from his plate and Will could stand it no longer.
He voiced the dominant question.
“Does David Buchanan own a gun?”
Continued…
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Writer
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A Short Short Story: http://easywaytowrite.19.forumer.com/viewtopic.php?t=9
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Episode 45: Morning Shock
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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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…
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
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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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Writer
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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
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
A Short Short Story: http://easywaytowrite.19.forumer.com/viewtopic.php?t=9
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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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Writer
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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
My Bio: http://write-intention.com/Diane_L_Wood.html
A Short Short Story: http://easywaytowrite.19.forumer.com/viewtopic.php?t=9
A Short Short Story: http://ancientearthashortstory.blogspot.com/
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