Trunk or treat
Steve got his first call around 9 :00 A.M. from his secretary- ‘’ Mr Witsen please, this is a reminder ; will you come to your office before noon to sign the checks, it will be too late after the week-end, thank you”.
Sweet Barbara never forgets a pay day.
His monitor played the log out music after he shut down from the web and he clicked out his computer, leaving Windows closing itself as he went toward the bathroom in order to shave some, that and a quick shower done in five minutes, plus another five to comb and dress and he headed for the garage.He kissed Michelle, his wife, as he passed through the kitchen , “ Be back in an hour,sugar”.
Trafic got heavy near the center and he put on the radio to kill time.” There is too many damn
red lights in this town” There was this speech of Rev. Adams on ‘Reincarnation ‘.Adams’ voice was deep “ Reincarnation is a pagan belief…it’s an unworthy thought and is not considered credible by any christian church…”. Steve shut the radio down, thinking that he heard enough. “It’s probably the only thing I agree with anyway”.
He parked the Land Rover across the street from his office building and went to the nearest crosswalk on his right, the sign said ‘ WALK’ he passed in front of a truck on the first lane when his cell phone rang, he reached for it in his suit’s inside pocket and answered, his pace slowed down-“Mr Witsen?----Yes,himself, who’s….”
Harry,” Stony Pig” was coming down Washington Ave., thirty yards ahead the lights turned green in front of his Mustang, he accelerated and passed a big white truck when Witsen walked in front of his car…..no time to stop…
There was a big white flash and Steve heard a sound incredibly low, even more than one, it was hot, someone was caressing him, there was that bass sound again and all kinds of noises,
some were familiar….he must be in a hospital and it must be a television he heard, a film on Africa or something….
There’s no pain, let’s try to move….how do I…I open my eyes and I see mother…she smells..
“ Shee-it, I’M AN ELEPHANT “
Sweet Barbara never forgets a pay day.
His monitor played the log out music after he shut down from the web and he clicked out his computer, leaving Windows closing itself as he went toward the bathroom in order to shave some, that and a quick shower done in five minutes, plus another five to comb and dress and he headed for the garage.He kissed Michelle, his wife, as he passed through the kitchen , “ Be back in an hour,sugar”.
Trafic got heavy near the center and he put on the radio to kill time.” There is too many damn
red lights in this town” There was this speech of Rev. Adams on ‘Reincarnation ‘.Adams’ voice was deep “ Reincarnation is a pagan belief…it’s an unworthy thought and is not considered credible by any christian church…”. Steve shut the radio down, thinking that he heard enough. “It’s probably the only thing I agree with anyway”.
He parked the Land Rover across the street from his office building and went to the nearest crosswalk on his right, the sign said ‘ WALK’ he passed in front of a truck on the first lane when his cell phone rang, he reached for it in his suit’s inside pocket and answered, his pace slowed down-“Mr Witsen?----Yes,himself, who’s….”
Harry,” Stony Pig” was coming down Washington Ave., thirty yards ahead the lights turned green in front of his Mustang, he accelerated and passed a big white truck when Witsen walked in front of his car…..no time to stop…
There was a big white flash and Steve heard a sound incredibly low, even more than one, it was hot, someone was caressing him, there was that bass sound again and all kinds of noises,
some were familiar….he must be in a hospital and it must be a television he heard, a film on Africa or something….
There’s no pain, let’s try to move….how do I…I open my eyes and I see mother…she smells..
“ Shee-it, I’M AN ELEPHANT “
3 Comments:
ooops! Steve got reincarnated?
yep
That Karma is a bright girl. I had no idea and read this about 3 times and still didn't pick up on it. Now when I read it (knowing) it seems so obvious!
Peace...............
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