Monday, August 28, 2006
New Beginning 93
The neurotically cleaned hospital room smelled of ammonia and lemons.
"So, in short," said Dyson, trying to change positions without his bandaged wounds crying out in pain, "that is where my date went horribly wrong."
Zz leaned forward and pushed her single lock of bangs off of her forehead. "Wow, a whole bottle of hot sauce?"
"But where did she get that many ferrets at that hour?" asked Bane.
Dyson carefully reached his arms to the sides of the bed and pushed himself upright. Jolts of pain shot through him, but he kept his grip until he finished sitting up. "I didn't ask her," he said. "I was to busy trying to get out of the bear trap while wearing boxing gloves."
"And you say she was playing the accordion the whole time?" Bane asked.
"Yes. While lying in a hammock."
"What song?" Zz asked.
"'Pop goes the Weasel.' Over and over."
"Wait a minute," Bane said. "Don't you see? They weren't ferrets, they were weasels!"
"My God." Dyson slapped his forehead. "Of course. Suddenly . . . it all makes sense."
Opening: Karen Rei Pease.....Continuation: Evil Editor