Episode 51
Synchro
A tongue of balled tissue paper. A dry mouth. Blurry green blobs, moving. Bipping.
“Are you a witch?” Synch asked.
“I don’t think so,” one of the green blobs said.
“It’s the third time he’s asked that,” said another blob.
A body, well part of one.
“How are you feeling?”
Synch lay on his side.
“Can’t feel much,” he answered. His throat was so dry he couldn’t swallow.
His vision cleared quickly. He looked around frowning.
“You’re in post op,” said the male nurse. He checked Synch’s pulse and blood pressure.
“You’ll be taken to a ward soon. We need to keep an eye on you for a while first.”
Synch rolled onto his back.
“Arrrgh!” He quickly rolled on his side.
“Sit-ups will be off your exercise regime for a while,” said the nurse.
Synch winced. The pain lingered.
His stomach rumbled. It felt empty. It was complaining.
“Feel a bit peculiar in the stomach,” said Synch.
“Nauseous?” said the nurse. He strategically placed a stiff rimmed plastic bag under Synch’s mouth just in time to catch the air expelled with each heave. His body continued convulsing in vomitous motion. A brief conversation between the nurses was blotted out by Synch’s involuntary retching.
“This should stop it,” he heard. He felt a sharp prick in his thigh. Minutes later the vomiting stopped.
His eye-lids felt loaded with lead.
“Might make you a bit drowsy,” said the nurse.
“Apparently, I don’t do drowsy,” Synch said as he sank into a sound sleep.
Continued…
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Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Episode 50: Shot
Episode 50
Synchro
“Oh, shit,” said Synch from the bedroom floor.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” said Cindy from the floor beside him.
They heard indiscernible yelling muted by the rap music, another gun-shot and a thump.
The rap was cut.
“…ambulance... ...shot and unconscious…,“ came from the other room.
Synch remained on his stomach.
“Shit, my arse hurts,” he said.
He heard Cindy gasp.
“You’re bleeding,” she said. “Lots.” Her voice broke into snivels. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“Apply pressure will you before I bleed to death.”
They heard a chorus of sirens.
She flattened her hand on his buttock and pressed hard.
He stiffened and sucked in air.
She drew back a little.
“Press hard,” he said.
They heard doors open, footsteps and talking in the other room.
“What do you mean ‘this wasn’t supposed to happen’?” said Synch.
“My mother’s a witch,” she said through tears. She wiped her runny nose with the back of her free hand.
“My mother can be a bit that way too sometimes,” he said.
They heard car doors. Sirens droned to a stop and more car doors slamming.
“Quick, there’s no heart beat,” said someone standing at the front door. Fast paced footsteps entered the house. Synch half turned, looked back and saw two paramedics fly past. He blinked. Did one of them have short dread-locks and multiple face piercing?
“…over on his back… …start pumping.”
“I mean my mother is a real witch, a white witch, a wiccan,” said Cindy.
Someone was singing in the other room. The words were familiar. It was rock and roll.
Two other paramedics stood in the bedroom doorway. They spotted the blood under Cindy’s hand.
“Another victim in here,” one said over his shoulder to the others in the main room. They came in and put their boxes of medical equipment beside Synch. One moved Cindy’s hand a little. Fresh blood flowed copiously onto the carpet. “Keep pressing,” he said to Cindy.
The singing continued next door.
“Are you in pain,” the paramedic asked Synch.
“I’ve been shot in the arse. Of course I’m in pain.”
The medic opened his medical box.
One sterile gloved hand gave Synch a short flat plastic thing. There was a hole in the end of it.
“Put this to your lips and breath in through your mouth,” he instructed Synch. “It’s a pain killer.”
Synch did so.
“Who’s singing?” Synch asked. He felt light, all over.
“Angus. He’s a bit weird but an excellent medic,” came the answer.
“Why is he singing,” asked Cindy.
“He sings songs with a particular beat. Says the rhythm helps with timing chest compressions,” said the medic. “When I say ‘now’ remove your hand,” he said to Cindy. “Now.”
Synch couldn’t see what the medic had done.
The singing continued. Synch liked the guy’s voice.
“Does that hurt?” he asked Synch.
“A little,” said Synch. The room was lop-sided.
“Have another suck on that.”
Synch sucked on the lump of plastic and before he breathed out the room swirled around and around.
“Wh-hot were you thaying about y-hor Mum?” he asked Cindy.
“Stay with us,” the medic said loudly to Synch.
“…trying…” Synch managed.
“Most people don’t get drowsy when they use that,” said the medic. “You must be sensitive to drugs are you?”
“Don’t…. know,” Synch answered.
He was drifting off.
Sleep! Yeah, that’s what he needed.
He’d miss the singing.
His body felt lighter than air.
It was nice. He was so-o-o relaxed.
His eye-lids were heavy.
He was far away from… Cindy… the singing… the pain.
The last thing he remembered before unconsciousness consumed him was the voice singing in the next room.
“Another one bites the dust…”
Continued…
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Synchro
“Oh, shit,” said Synch from the bedroom floor.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” said Cindy from the floor beside him.
They heard indiscernible yelling muted by the rap music, another gun-shot and a thump.
The rap was cut.
“…ambulance... ...shot and unconscious…,“ came from the other room.
Synch remained on his stomach.
“Shit, my arse hurts,” he said.
He heard Cindy gasp.
“You’re bleeding,” she said. “Lots.” Her voice broke into snivels. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“Apply pressure will you before I bleed to death.”
They heard a chorus of sirens.
She flattened her hand on his buttock and pressed hard.
He stiffened and sucked in air.
She drew back a little.
“Press hard,” he said.
They heard doors open, footsteps and talking in the other room.
“What do you mean ‘this wasn’t supposed to happen’?” said Synch.
“My mother’s a witch,” she said through tears. She wiped her runny nose with the back of her free hand.
“My mother can be a bit that way too sometimes,” he said.
They heard car doors. Sirens droned to a stop and more car doors slamming.
“Quick, there’s no heart beat,” said someone standing at the front door. Fast paced footsteps entered the house. Synch half turned, looked back and saw two paramedics fly past. He blinked. Did one of them have short dread-locks and multiple face piercing?
“…over on his back… …start pumping.”
“I mean my mother is a real witch, a white witch, a wiccan,” said Cindy.
Someone was singing in the other room. The words were familiar. It was rock and roll.
Two other paramedics stood in the bedroom doorway. They spotted the blood under Cindy’s hand.
“Another victim in here,” one said over his shoulder to the others in the main room. They came in and put their boxes of medical equipment beside Synch. One moved Cindy’s hand a little. Fresh blood flowed copiously onto the carpet. “Keep pressing,” he said to Cindy.
The singing continued next door.
“Are you in pain,” the paramedic asked Synch.
“I’ve been shot in the arse. Of course I’m in pain.”
The medic opened his medical box.
One sterile gloved hand gave Synch a short flat plastic thing. There was a hole in the end of it.
“Put this to your lips and breath in through your mouth,” he instructed Synch. “It’s a pain killer.”
Synch did so.
“Who’s singing?” Synch asked. He felt light, all over.
“Angus. He’s a bit weird but an excellent medic,” came the answer.
“Why is he singing,” asked Cindy.
“He sings songs with a particular beat. Says the rhythm helps with timing chest compressions,” said the medic. “When I say ‘now’ remove your hand,” he said to Cindy. “Now.”
Synch couldn’t see what the medic had done.
The singing continued. Synch liked the guy’s voice.
“Does that hurt?” he asked Synch.
“A little,” said Synch. The room was lop-sided.
“Have another suck on that.”
Synch sucked on the lump of plastic and before he breathed out the room swirled around and around.
“Wh-hot were you thaying about y-hor Mum?” he asked Cindy.
“Stay with us,” the medic said loudly to Synch.
“…trying…” Synch managed.
“Most people don’t get drowsy when they use that,” said the medic. “You must be sensitive to drugs are you?”
“Don’t…. know,” Synch answered.
He was drifting off.
Sleep! Yeah, that’s what he needed.
He’d miss the singing.
His body felt lighter than air.
It was nice. He was so-o-o relaxed.
His eye-lids were heavy.
He was far away from… Cindy… the singing… the pain.
The last thing he remembered before unconsciousness consumed him was the voice singing in the next room.
“Another one bites the dust…”
Continued…
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Writer
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Episode 49: Unwelcome Visitor
Episode 49
Synchro
“Hey, Synchro,” said David Buchanan. His thick silhouette filled the doorway. “I brought you something.” He pushed the door shut with his foot and shoved a CD player on the kitchen bench. “Want to hear it?” He turned it on without waiting for a reply. From the oversized speakers rap music blared making conversation difficult.
“GREAT ISN’T IT,” David shouted against the rabble.
Synch stepped toward the unwelcome visitor intending to tell him to get out. As he did so the intruder pulled a hand-gun from his pocket. He flicked it at Synch who stepped back and in front of Cindy.
“TURN THAT OFF SO WE CAN TALK,” said Synch.
David shook his head.
“YOUR PLAIN-CLOTHED FRIENDS UNDOUBTEDLY LEFT A BUG,” he said. “THE NOISE STAYS.”
“IF THIS IS ABOUT THE WILL,” said Synch. “I HAVE NO INTENTION OF ACCEPTING YOUR MOTHER’S ESTATE.”
“SHE TIED IT UP SO YOU HAVE NO OPTION,” David scowled. “EXCEPT IF YOU’RE DEAD.” He raised the gun aiming for Synch’s chest.
“I DON’T WANT IT,” said Synch taking a half pace back and moving Cindy toward the right. She was still behind him. They were level with the front bedroom door-way. He let go of her and kept both hands behind him.
“I’LL FIND SOME WAY OF GETTING IT ALL TO YOU,” Synch went on. Behind his back he pointed to the bedroom then held out three fingers. Christ he hoped Cindy got his message.
“YOU CAN’T,” said David.
Synch held out one finger.
“I’VE BEEN TO THREE DIFFERENT SOLICITORS,” David said relaxing his gun a little.
“THERE’S GOT TO BE A WAY,” said Synch. He held out two fingers.
“WE’LL JUST KEEP ASKING SOLICITOR AFTER SOLICITOR TILL WE FIND A WAY,” said Synch. He held out three fingers.
Cindy dived for the bedroom.
Synch dived too.
At the same instant David squeezed the trigger.
Continued…
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Synchro
“Hey, Synchro,” said David Buchanan. His thick silhouette filled the doorway. “I brought you something.” He pushed the door shut with his foot and shoved a CD player on the kitchen bench. “Want to hear it?” He turned it on without waiting for a reply. From the oversized speakers rap music blared making conversation difficult.
“GREAT ISN’T IT,” David shouted against the rabble.
Synch stepped toward the unwelcome visitor intending to tell him to get out. As he did so the intruder pulled a hand-gun from his pocket. He flicked it at Synch who stepped back and in front of Cindy.
“TURN THAT OFF SO WE CAN TALK,” said Synch.
David shook his head.
“YOUR PLAIN-CLOTHED FRIENDS UNDOUBTEDLY LEFT A BUG,” he said. “THE NOISE STAYS.”
“IF THIS IS ABOUT THE WILL,” said Synch. “I HAVE NO INTENTION OF ACCEPTING YOUR MOTHER’S ESTATE.”
“SHE TIED IT UP SO YOU HAVE NO OPTION,” David scowled. “EXCEPT IF YOU’RE DEAD.” He raised the gun aiming for Synch’s chest.
“I DON’T WANT IT,” said Synch taking a half pace back and moving Cindy toward the right. She was still behind him. They were level with the front bedroom door-way. He let go of her and kept both hands behind him.
“I’LL FIND SOME WAY OF GETTING IT ALL TO YOU,” Synch went on. Behind his back he pointed to the bedroom then held out three fingers. Christ he hoped Cindy got his message.
“YOU CAN’T,” said David.
Synch held out one finger.
“I’VE BEEN TO THREE DIFFERENT SOLICITORS,” David said relaxing his gun a little.
“THERE’S GOT TO BE A WAY,” said Synch. He held out two fingers.
“WE’LL JUST KEEP ASKING SOLICITOR AFTER SOLICITOR TILL WE FIND A WAY,” said Synch. He held out three fingers.
Cindy dived for the bedroom.
Synch dived too.
At the same instant David squeezed the trigger.
Continued…
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Writer
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Sunday, April 12, 2009
Episode 48: Home - Safe!
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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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…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
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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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Cheers
Diane
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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Cheers
Diane
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…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
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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…
By Diane L Wood
Writer
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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
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