6 thoughts on “Weekend Quickie #239

  1. So Very Strange…
    Danielle Lee Zwissler
    The shrink stared at the window in incredulity. The panes were missing, the glass was in shards all over the pristine lawn, and there was blood—everywhere. He walked around the crime scene with the lead detective, and shook his head, wondering how his patient could have done it.
    “It just doesn’t make any sense,” he found himself saying to the detective. He looked down to his clipboard that he often carried when he came into her room. “I…how did those get here?”
    The detective bent down, gloved hand out, holding something that looked rather odd and squishy.
    “I have no idea. My wife said there some sort of ocean creature.”
    “Yeah, a water bear… They have another name for them, but that’s what we always called them. We’re no where near an ocean. How the…?”
    “Nothing about this makes any sense,” the detective said and stood. He took one of the water bears over to his car and put it in a cup. “Maybe with some tests…”
    “I don’t know… Can I talk to Melanie yet?”
    Melanie had been his patient since she was four years old. She was twenty-four now.
    “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” the detective said, and took a deep breath. “Melanie’s been asking for you, but she…”
    “What?”
    “She keeps drawing a symbol, too.” He held out the sheet of paper with a hand drawn design. Right away, the shrink stepped back.
    “I’ll talk to her about this when I see her,” he said, swallowing.
    “How many people know your true identity, Dr. Strange?” the detective asked.
    “Two,” he said gruffly, and walked toward the hospital doors without looking back.

  2. Hard to Kill

    Safe and snug under the covers; curtains drawn; door locked, I huddled in the darkness of my room, and whispered to my gray sock monkey, “Protect me, Chee Chee,” But as the words fell from my lips I sensed a shift in the force of gravity and we began to rise off the bed. My blankets abandoned me first, then the sheets. Hanging in thin air above the bed in nothing more than flimsy pajamas, I scrunched up even more as Chee Chee scanned the room for danger. My incredulity climaxed, “They found me. I don’t know how … but …”

    The curtains flew apart as I looked out the window and saw a pigeon flying directly towards us. As it came closer and closer, time seemed to slow until, barely moving, the pigeon gently tapped the glass with its beak. At that instant, the fabric of space and time ruptured, shattering the construct of the window. A consuming energy surge reached inside my room and enveloped me into the midst of its churning furnace of atomic destruction.

    After the facade of my elaborate disguise melted away, only my true, minuscule, innocuous, tardigrade form remained. Realizing I was unscathed, I began to laugh, “Ha, ha!” I declared to my enemies, time and chance, “So, you can’t kill me! I am indestructible. I will out-live you all! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!”

  3. Dave was engrossed in that book again.
    “Did you know that not only can a woman get pregnant while already pregnant, but she can have the babies of two different men at once?” he said.
    “What a slag.”
    “Oh yeah.” He flipped another page. “Doesn’t excuse what Sally did over at Number 36, either.”
    “Now she IS a slag.” Where’s my hairdryer?
    “Did you know that Oreos are over 100 years old and are a copy of a biscuit called Hydrox which itself fell into obscurity because people thought it was a copy of Oreos?”
    “I like Bourbons, myself.”
    “Yeah. Give me a Custard Cream any day.” Another page flip.
    “Did you know that Tardigrades, or Water Bears, are one of the most resilient animals known, and can even withstand the vacuum of space?”
    “It’ll like the inside of your head, then, won’t it?”
    “Ha ha. Did you know…” I don’t care. “…that some teenagers have the ability to move objects with their minds, even implode windows?”
    “Talking about moving objects, I wish you’d move your fat arse and do something around the house for once.”
    “Okay, I’ll go and do the washing up.”
    “Now that I’m unable to believe!”

  4. The Strong Smell

    Today was a good day, Charles thought as he struggled to insert the keys in the door lock. He lost his eyesight when he was five; so after a few failed attempts, he opened the door. Inside, the house smelled of garlic. It was Thursday, he remembered, this meant that his wife was cooking fish with a lot, a lot of garlic. My favorite dish, God, I love my wife he mused. He smelled of tobacco and coffee as he took a determined step inside the living room and playfully called her name.

    “I will be right there honey,” she said.

    Indeed she came. He was greeted by an affectionate hug. His wife’s smell was accompanied by a stronger smell. Charles surmised that she had company, because he smelled sweat: manly sweat, and cigarettes and he was certain that Michelle didn’t smoke. In the blink of an eye he recognized the strange smell that was on his wife; he knew it well enough. He took his walking stick and left.

    “I think I still have some lube from the last time… come” a lively voice said.

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