Weedy flower gardens crept slowly into increasingly
- Weedy flower gardens crept slowly into increasingly narrow strips of lawn. I was having a conversation with my friend.Suddenly, something started pulled my leg....................
- The tendrils of mutant crabgrass had already wrapped around my ankles. A thistly dandylion jabbed my soft pink toe pads drawing blood. I screamed. My friend ran for the weedwacker
- and charged at the cannibalistic crabgrass which was gnawing on my left foot. It released my ankles only after my friend's weed-whacker sliced thru the leafy tendrils. Sap spewed
- over the ground in a three-foot radius and soaked my legs up to the knees. Good thing I wasn't wearing trousers; the acidic sap sizzled and bubbled on my legs. My friend barely
- raised an eyebrow. I began to question our friendship as my socks and shoes quickly disintegrated into a sticky mush. The acidic sap had removed all the hairs on my legs, leaving
- Pale skin exposed to the gamma rays. Where was my suitcase? Where the hell was I? Did I get off the train at the wrong stop? It was four o'clock in the afternoon. Tha
- nks to my having had this happen to me before I merely pulled another suitcase out of the train station lockers that I had left on a previous visit. In case this happened & it did.
- I tried to remain calm as I walked the suitcase briskly up the escalator to the 3rd street exit. I tried not to let my eyes dart hither and yon as I marched to Manny's Cafe. But I
- must have given myself away somehow because next thing I knew, I was face down on the linoleum floor with my hands cuffed behind my back & the suitcase had disappeared. Gone or...?
- An answer came fast: a phantom loomed over me, and, in a wink, I was out cold. When I awoke, the suitcase lay open and empty in front of me, and I was naked…and still handcuffed.
- Started
- 2014-07-14 05:17:26
- Finished
- 2019-10-30 20:01:51
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Jimbeau Oct 30 2019 @ 20:09
Alfred Hitchcock would call the suitcase a "MacGuffin."
LordVacuity Oct 30 2019 @ 22:54
The suitcase would called Alfred Hitchcock a "Chekov gun".
Woab Oct 31 2019 @ 12:34
I'd call you both nuts and have you over for a drink. Happy Halloween!
LordVacuity Oct 31 2019 @ 17:57
No, happy Samhain.
Jimbeau Nov 01 2019 @ 20:28
Happy All Saints Day!