Memoirs of a Surfer<= o:p>
Black and dark, you sit there staring at the room. Dominating the space with your presence. I settle back=
and
point,
push the
button……………
The sound of static fills the room, light flickering and sha=
dows
deepening.
Flick the button.
&nbs=
p; “Oh
Brad!”
“Oh Marcie, how could you =
have
done this to my half brother’s, cousin’s, Aunt’s
friend!”
“Oh Brad, I didn’t w=
ant
to but the knife slipped, knocking the scissors, which fell on the cat, who
jumped on the computer and hit ENTER. All of a sudden I’d bought
it!”
Flick the button.=
“On today’s show we =
have
…………… Mothers who hate their brother’s
dogs! You will get to met them, Angela and Tony who will be joined by
Tony’s dog Rufus. Get ready to see the fur fly!”
“Henry! Henry! Henry!̶=
1;
Flick the button.=
&nbs=
p; “Hiddie ho kiddies, can you guess what today’s m=
agic
word is?”
&nbs=
p; “Oh
Squiggles, you big green snail, we don’t know……..please t=
ell us!”
“Ho, ho, ho, ok John, Mary,
Jennifer and Chip, are you sure you’re ready?”
“Yes tell us Squiggles!=
221;
“Alri=
ghty
then, today’s magic word is ……..”
Flick the button.=
&nbs=
p; “Ok
men, it’s now or never! We have to take this hill!”
&nbs=
p; “But,
but,……..”
&nbs=
p; “Come
on Johnson, spit it out lad!”
&nbs=
p; “Pthew – sorry Sarge=
the gum
got stuck in my braces.”
&nbs=
p; “Johnson……..!”
&nbs=
p; “But
Sarge they’re so well dug in!”
“Command
don’t care lad we must take that hill, if we don’t the enemy wi=
ll
…………”
Flick the button.
“Eugene and
Helen, I’m going to need you to dust the room for prints, leave no
surface uncovered.”
“Bob you=
217;re
with me, we’re looking for the murder weapon. From the impact it has =
got
to be something blunt and soft. Grab the ALS light.”
“Look
“Right then=
Bob,
West it is …………….. Wait I think I’ve fo=
und
something. Yes, yes here it is, it’s a
…………”
Flick the button.
“So I said =
Jamie
you don’t really plan on wearing those hot pink bike shorts with that
fuchsia ruffled blouse do you? And she said……….”
Flick the button.
“Oh
Spacey, why do you have to be so ephemeral over the expository nature of
enemas?”
“Fawson, you always have a diatribe over the existenti=
alism
of my consciousness in regards to enemas!”
Flick the button.
The sound of static fills the air, light flickering and shad=
ows
deepening.
Push the button.
Black and dark you sit there staring at the room. Dominating the space with your presence.
Nope n=
othing
on.