In point three miles turn right
The sun was setting and Jeff was trying to find his way through the Texas panhandle. He'd received a letter that, Donnie, an old friend from his childhood days had passed away in Singapore on an archeology mission and that they were having the funeral in his hometown. Unfortunately, Jeff had lost touch with Donnie years ago and was amazed he even was invited but felt obliged to go.
Turn right now
Jeff pulled off the state highway onto a dirt road. The plains were so expansive you could see all the way to the horizon in every direction and there was nothing to be seen but dirt. The sky was beautiful though as the sun was setting off to his left and a storm cloud was ahead of him. It was one of those storm clouds you that you could see the lightening inside the cloud popping away, like some fireworks show that had created so much smoke only the flashes of light could be seen.
Recalculating...
"What, why are you recalculating now, I didn't do anything wrong."
Recalculating...
"Give me a break."
Doble a la dereche y corre por su vida
Recalculating...
"What'd you say, I don't speak Spanish, good Lord, I'm turning you off."
Jeff turned off his GPS and reached around behind the passenger seat to find the map of Texas. Surey it was back here, socks, an umbrella...toilet paper?
"Where's that stupid map?"
The road was straight and he turned behind looked behind the seat to see if the map was there.
CRACK!
"Holy ... Jeff slammed the breaks."
CRACK TING CRACK CRACK
Hail started to fall from the storm and put a massive spiderweb crack in his windshield.
"Ah man, you gotta be kidding me."
Drive point three miles and arrive at destination
"I thought I turned you off", he opened his glove box and his GPS clearly thought he was there.
Jeff pulled back onto the road and looked ahead through the hail. It was difficult to see though and he could make out something large on the side of the road up ahead. It looked like a huge house. Suddenly as he got closer the hail stopped completely and he saw what it was. It was an old circus tent. One of the styles you only see in movies about the 1930's. Circular with red and yellow stripes going up to a point.
Pulling his car up to the tent he wondered first where the heck everyone was. Maybe he had the time wrong. Secondly why on Earth would anyone have a funeral in a circus tent out here in quite clearly the middle of nowwhere. He got out of the car and walked around the tent looking for the entrance. As he walked around he felt somewhat calmed as there was an old 1980's Cadillac parked around the other side.
He walked around the tent for 5 minutes, three times he passed by his car and he didn't see an entrance. Finally he stopped and walked back to his car, this must be a mistake. He opened the door sat down and straight in front of him he saw the flap to open the door.
"How did I miss that?"
He got out walked to the tent, opened it and walked in. There were some lights on, with bleacher seats all sitting around a center ring. There wasn't anyone there but in the center right was what looked like a manhole, with a ladder coming out. He could here mumbling coming from the manhole and wondered if the Cadillac man went down there.
"Hello!? Is anyone here?"
He looked at the manhole and he saw many foot prints walking through the sand around the hole and he could see words written with someone's finger in the sand but it was obstucted by the foot prints.
don H pe All Ye W nter ere
He yelled down the manhole,
"Hello!"
He thought this must be crazy but what harm could going down do. He needed to find the Cadillac man and get directions and clearly he had to be down there.
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Friday, July 31, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Apple Ghost
Jeff stretched his arms as he wondered what to eat for dinner. “Kirsten, what should we have tonight?”
“I don’t know” She replied…as usual.
He thought for a second, he wasn’t quite hungry but it was six and time to start thinking about such things. He’d found that if he waited till 7:30 choices would become more difficult and he would surely be hungry. The ‘I’ll just skip dinner and eat a snack routine’ never worked for his 240 pound frame. Inevitably, he would become hungry.
“Let’s use that new ITouch App we got, and see if it gives us any good ideas.” Jeff thought.
“Okay but I’m not too hungry.” Kirsten said indicating a state that would most likely make it difficult to come up with a final decision.
Jeff got up from the couch, and looked around his small cluttered apartment. There was no light on the ceiling, just some reading lamps and the tv, giving the room a dream-like orange and blue hue. He could tell he was feeling lazy as he concentrated on the way the carpet felt between his toes. He only notices things like that when he’s feeling lazy. His brain, he wondered, must be so bored as to find interest in even the most mundane of things.
He liked to use the iTouch when he was on the John and so he walked to the master bedroom and turned to the bathroom, walked in, turned the light on and found the iTouch there. Clicking the only real button on the thing, brought him to the “locked” screen showing a beautiful picture of Kirsten and him at their wedding. Interestingly he noted how dark the background was, even though his memories were all very bright blue as the rehearsal took place during the afternoon and early evening.
He slid the iTouch unlocked and opened up the new UrbanSpoon app that they had downloaded this weekend. He gave the iTouch a vigorous shake, probably more vigorous than was necessary he thought, but it got the job done. It came with a couple of standard choices that he quickly passed by. Burgers, no too cheap and greasy, Steak, no to expensive. He shook it again, not looking at the screen, he yelled out of the bathroom to Kirsten who was now in the kitchen cleaning dishes, “I don’t know sweetheart, seems like the same old stuff…”
Just then he heard a yelp and the iTouch vibrated in his hand.
“What the ...?!” He wasn’t sure if it shocked him or vibrated, maybe he was shaking too vigorously, that’s nuts, he thought.
He wasn’t sure what the sound was, was it him, did he yelp. He didn’t think so.
“You alright, Jeff” Kirsten asked from the kitchen having heard some commotion.
“Yeah I think so, craziest thing though, the iTouch made a noise I think and shocked me.”
He had dropped the iTouch on the ground. It was laying in front of him with a black screen.
“I think it’s broken.”
“You should’ve got the insurance on it.” Kirsten said.
Jeff grimaced as she was right once again.
He worried about picking up the iTouch, would it shock him again. The black screen was slightly ominous and he felt a strange feeling like he was being watched. He leaned over to pick up the iTouch and just before his fingers could grab it, the screen lit up blue and grey forming what seemed to be the outline of a ghostly woman, and very loudly he heard the breathy voice.
“NO! Jeff! NO!”
He jumped back shocked by what he heard,
“Holy God! Kirsten, what the ... come look!!”
He looked away just for a second, or did he blink he didn’t know but when he tried to focus on the iTouch again it was on the locked screen as if nothing had happened.
Kirsten ran into the bathroom, Jeff was standing just out of the doorway looking at the iTouch laying on the bathroom floor. She ran in, “What’s the matter? Are you okay? Good lord you scared me!”
“I just saw the craziest thing, the iTouch shocked me then it was on the ground completely black and when I tried to pick it up the screen showed the face of a woman, and it said, “No, Jeff, No”.
“Don’t say that kind of stuff,” Kirsten said, “you’re scaring me.”
“There’s got to be a logical explanation" he thought. Surely this wasn’t a ghost, maybe it was his imagination. He had drank a couple beers that evening. "I need to sit down a second" he thought. This can’t be right.
“I don’t know” She replied…as usual.
He thought for a second, he wasn’t quite hungry but it was six and time to start thinking about such things. He’d found that if he waited till 7:30 choices would become more difficult and he would surely be hungry. The ‘I’ll just skip dinner and eat a snack routine’ never worked for his 240 pound frame. Inevitably, he would become hungry.
“Let’s use that new ITouch App we got, and see if it gives us any good ideas.” Jeff thought.
“Okay but I’m not too hungry.” Kirsten said indicating a state that would most likely make it difficult to come up with a final decision.
Jeff got up from the couch, and looked around his small cluttered apartment. There was no light on the ceiling, just some reading lamps and the tv, giving the room a dream-like orange and blue hue. He could tell he was feeling lazy as he concentrated on the way the carpet felt between his toes. He only notices things like that when he’s feeling lazy. His brain, he wondered, must be so bored as to find interest in even the most mundane of things.
He liked to use the iTouch when he was on the John and so he walked to the master bedroom and turned to the bathroom, walked in, turned the light on and found the iTouch there. Clicking the only real button on the thing, brought him to the “locked” screen showing a beautiful picture of Kirsten and him at their wedding. Interestingly he noted how dark the background was, even though his memories were all very bright blue as the rehearsal took place during the afternoon and early evening.
He slid the iTouch unlocked and opened up the new UrbanSpoon app that they had downloaded this weekend. He gave the iTouch a vigorous shake, probably more vigorous than was necessary he thought, but it got the job done. It came with a couple of standard choices that he quickly passed by. Burgers, no too cheap and greasy, Steak, no to expensive. He shook it again, not looking at the screen, he yelled out of the bathroom to Kirsten who was now in the kitchen cleaning dishes, “I don’t know sweetheart, seems like the same old stuff…”
Just then he heard a yelp and the iTouch vibrated in his hand.
“What the ...?!” He wasn’t sure if it shocked him or vibrated, maybe he was shaking too vigorously, that’s nuts, he thought.
He wasn’t sure what the sound was, was it him, did he yelp. He didn’t think so.
“You alright, Jeff” Kirsten asked from the kitchen having heard some commotion.
“Yeah I think so, craziest thing though, the iTouch made a noise I think and shocked me.”
He had dropped the iTouch on the ground. It was laying in front of him with a black screen.
“I think it’s broken.”
“You should’ve got the insurance on it.” Kirsten said.
Jeff grimaced as she was right once again.
He worried about picking up the iTouch, would it shock him again. The black screen was slightly ominous and he felt a strange feeling like he was being watched. He leaned over to pick up the iTouch and just before his fingers could grab it, the screen lit up blue and grey forming what seemed to be the outline of a ghostly woman, and very loudly he heard the breathy voice.
“NO! Jeff! NO!”
He jumped back shocked by what he heard,
“Holy God! Kirsten, what the ... come look!!”
He looked away just for a second, or did he blink he didn’t know but when he tried to focus on the iTouch again it was on the locked screen as if nothing had happened.
Kirsten ran into the bathroom, Jeff was standing just out of the doorway looking at the iTouch laying on the bathroom floor. She ran in, “What’s the matter? Are you okay? Good lord you scared me!”
“I just saw the craziest thing, the iTouch shocked me then it was on the ground completely black and when I tried to pick it up the screen showed the face of a woman, and it said, “No, Jeff, No”.
“Don’t say that kind of stuff,” Kirsten said, “you’re scaring me.”
“There’s got to be a logical explanation" he thought. Surely this wasn’t a ghost, maybe it was his imagination. He had drank a couple beers that evening. "I need to sit down a second" he thought. This can’t be right.
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