SOON
The Adventures of Edwin
D Ferretti, Author
Part twelve
"They're
gone, what happened to them; and those owls, why did they hoot so loudly?"
"I
added the owls in my second book. They were a gift from the Greek goddesses
Hera and Athena. Jen uses them to keep an eye out for Seth as he sends his
troops through the Void Express. When the owls detect movement in that
dimension, they warn Jen and Company by hooting; that's why everyone left in
such a hurry; a fight is brewing. Funny, I don't remember writing about a fight
scene yet, I might have thought of it." Cynthia nodded her head.
"You
need to practice not thinking." I looked at Cynthia and she blushed.
"I mean stop thinking of your story while you're inside this dimension."
"Like
that'll happen. How can I put a cork in my mind? It's like tugging on
Superman's cape or spitting into the wind, both produce nasty outcomes. I need
to get my mind on something else like my meeting with Cindy later tonight.
Turing I went to the book cases and returned with two manuscripts.
"You
should take home a copy of my first two manuscripts. This'll give you a better
understanding of what's taking place. I need to send you and Bast back
home."
"Please
tell me everything that you and my sister discuss tonight, no matter how late."
I nodded and thought them home.
"Rafael,
are you close?"
"Behind
you Master." My heart did a flip-flop. I spun around. Rafael stood inches
from my face looking like the Hunchback of Notre Dame.
"Yes
master, be quick as I have to ring the bells in ten minutes and you know how I
hate to climb all of those steps." I quickly thought him back. "Yes
David how may I be of service?"
"I'll
be spending tonight locked in the town's library and need a meal and
coffee."
"I
will get it together for you now." With four hours to spare I thought
myself in a bathing suit and headed to the swimming pool. I mean, what better
way to clear my mind. The water was like a Mediterranean sea on a hot June day,
warm and refreshing. My shoulders stretched as I propelled myself through the
water. The music of Jaws came to mind, Dum Dum Dum...something scraped against
my stomach; pain clouded my mind and blood traced my path in the water. A large
fin appeared in front of me slowly turning around. What the hell?
The
largest set of jaws that I could have imagined broached the water. I thought
myself instantly on the deck of a large fishing craft; Jaws was headed directly
for my small insignificant self, hardly a tender morsel for such a large shark.
The ship began to rock and something rolled into my ankles knocking me to the
deck. I reached out and grabbed onto an oxygen cylinder. Standing I managed to positioned
it on the deck railing. Grabbing a length of rope I secured the cylinder to the
railing and stood back just to the left, and thought of a sledge hammer; my
right hand became heavy. Raising my arms I waited. Jaws was ten feet away and
closing rapidly. The shadow of the shark loomed over me. I swung the sledge
hammer as fast as I could, severing the valve from the cylinder's end. Swoosh,
it propelled into the open jaws and forced the shark to abandon his snack. I
thought myself back into the library. My stomach was on fire and blood seeped
between my fingers. Bast, are you near?
Light headiness forced me to my knees and I passed out.
Cindy, Cindy what are you doing to me? I'll
do anything to save you. A rough tongue brushed across my face, my dream
became a memory. My eyes opened and I held Bast away from my face.
"Bast,
what's with the sandpaper treatment?" Then I remembered, the shark, my
stomach, my blood. "Thank you Bast for coming to my rescue." Pulling
up my clean shirt I did a double take. There were no stitches, blood or proof
that a great white had slit open my stomach with his fin. I was back to normal;
still skinny mind you but happy. "I can't thank you enough. Let's grab
something to munch on." Purring filled the space around me as I led Bast
to the kitchen. Passing a large grandfather clock I noted that I had an hour
before I needed to be at the library.
Rafael
met us and led Bast to her food bowl. "I am glad to see you in good
health. I have your dinner and coffee ready."
"Thanks'
Rafael. I'll be leaving in a few minutes after Bast has some food."
"I
anticipated that she would accompany you and added food and water for
her." Smiling I nodded my head.
"Bast
shake a leg. Aren't you coming with me?" Purring followed me as I walked
outside the house and entered my car. Looking
in the rearview mirror I watched my old house get smaller and then fade out of
sight, swallowed up in the fog that was rolling in. Bast followed me into the
library; Cheryl Snide was beginning her nightly routine of hurrying the last visitors
out of the front door.
"Hello
David, are you ready to be locked in?"
"I
am. What time do you think she'll appear?"
"Anytime
between now and midnight. She once told me she has to leave before the bewitching
hour." I nodded my head and heard the clicking of the key in the lock.
Looking around I found a table and chair and sat down. I retrieved Cindy's
diary and began reading. Bast appeared on the table and curled up for a
cat-nap. As I read I noticed a loud rushing sound in my ears and realized it
was the sounds of silence.
"David,
I'm so glad to see you again." The diary slipped from my hand and fell
with a loud slap upon the table. Cindy stood in front of me...
To be Continued
The
Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor
all your Tears wash out a Word of it
-- Omar Khayyam
