Thursday, October 31, 2013

A vision in a dream

Paul rolled his eyes, "Okay, let's say I accept the premise, how would it even work?"

Geoff gave an exasperated sigh," Okay, take this though and shoot him if he moves."

As the gun was pointed at Paul, the request seemed unrealistic, but Paul agreed and took the gun resting the end of the barrel on his chest, though he made sure to flip the safety on.  As this counted as movement, Paul pulled the trigger, though with the safety engaged nothing happened.  Well, at least he had tried. 

Geoff took no notice as he had been busy outlining the plan on the Etch A Sketch.  "Look, here are the stairs going up, and here is what it would look like if there was a squiggly line like a river or a mountain descending from the apex of the stairs."

It was hard to argue with anything Geoff had said, that is what it would look like in the situation he described. "Okay" Paul agreed, "go get started and I'll watch the door". 

Geoff ran out of the room and a few moments later the werewolf broke in the door and leapt into the room.  Paul immediately went back in time to a friendly judge who provided him with a restraining order against the werewolf, "Thanks Ally" said Paul bashfully. Judge Ally just shot him a shy smile and disappeared as Paul came back to the present.  He showed the restraining order to the werewolf who accepted it reluctantly and with head bowed he moped out of the house and paced out 100 yards, he slumped against a fallen tree next to Paul's ex-girlfriend and an IRS agent.

That would hold them for now.  Just then Geoff came back into the room wearing a suit of armor except for his hands which he had put into wooden Dutch shoes.  He ran around on all fours making a  loud clopping sound, for some time.

By now the fire that had begun in the barn had reached the main house and flames and smoke were fast filling the room.  They ran up the stairs and at the top they got in the kayak and started down the steep river, practically a waterfall. 

Rocks began exploding around them. "I knew the French couldn't be trusted!" Geoff yelled.  Paul pulled a baguette from his quiver and began the incantation to dispel the exploding French rocks.  The moon frowned a them and yelled "J'accuse!" before exploding itself.  The werewolves reverted to their human state and began to rebuild the lemonade stands.  Paul's ex-girlfriends also reverted back to their previous states and became his concurrent girlfriends.  Paul ran to them.

Geoff lay alone in the slowly sinking kayak, his blood adding a pinkish hue to the glacial water.  Cold and alone, just like the gypsy woman had said.