Saturday, July 29, 2006

Anticipation

“3 … 2 … 1 … you are now in a deep sleep.” The hypnotist’s voice was level, almost monotone. “The date is March 24, 1973. What is happening?”

Suddenly I was a toddler again. “Mommy is really grumpy and has been packing a suitcase. Daddy is waiting impatiently. Yay! Grandma just arrived!”

 “Mommy and Daddy left. They said they were going to the hospital,” I answered nervously.

“Why are they going there?”

“I don’t know.” I tensed then paused. “The phone is ringing … Daddy wants to talk to me.”

“Well?” he asked anxiously. 

“I have a sister!”

Friday, July 21, 2006

The Pile Up

“All units respond to a 40 car pile up on 95 South.”

Police, fire and ambulance squads raced to the scene. Fire, blood, and mayhem filled the highway. News copters hovered overhead.

“What happened?” the officer asked the driver.

“I was just driving along when suddenly it was there,” she sobbed.

“What was there?”

“I braked then swerved,” the woman continued, fixated. “I closed my eyes and heard a thud.”

“What were you trying to avoid?” the officer asked impatiently.

“I saw it bounce into the other lane.”

“Saw what?!”

She looked at the officer then blushed. “A pigeon.”

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Telling Revenge

Madame Rowena grasped the man’s hand firmly. After examining his palm for several minutes, “I see that there was recently a loss in your life … a woman whom you cared for deeply. She died tragically.”

She looked up suddenly as she saw her own future, too.

“Yes, she did. She killed herself after you told her of my affair. But you didn’t see that, did you?”

He pulled out a gun.

“No … please … forgive me!”

“Read this,” he said and shot her in the head.