The Perfect World Fallacy - - Chapter 51
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seymoureChapter 51
Traffic Restrictions
The flagging landscape flashed as she drove through it. Everything going into photographic negative and back to black and white picture again, it was constantly blinking in and out. (Her mind, also racing, flashed on the idea that there was at least one generation that had lived in a world that was basically photographic negative free, and she wondered if the term would have any meaning. And how old did that make her? Wondering “If the children will remember . . .? Damn, she needed to keep focused. But it was hard with the world changing in close to strobe light quickness.)
Out of habit she flipped on the radio.
Her usual “Golden Oldies” Channel (They now played Queen and Led Zeppelin, what the hell was that about?) What she got was an audio version of what came to her eyes. A blast of Benny Goodman, then someone talking, then Chubby Checker, then something rap, then a snippet of symphony and on an on.
“That I can turn off,” she said to herself and did so.
She turned the corner by the Community College and got another unpleasant surprise.
She was not in
She recognized the area as a business district in
When the car stopped moving the next blink of reality found her in
She stepped, carefully on the gas, and immediately hit the break again before hitting the bumper of the car parked ahead of it on the ferry. What body of water they were crossing she did not know, but she did know that they were completely full of auto traffic.
“What the hell am I going to do?” she asked to no one in particular.
At that second Harriett heard a voice.
Dante looked around and saw no one around.
The voice whispered to her again.
“Close your eyes,” the wisp of thought came into her head.
“Who is this?” she thought back.
“You lost your virginity to Lester Chambers at a Drive-In called ‘The Fairyland Drive In,’” was the answer.
“I could have told a lot of people…”
“You would have rather watched the movie,” the response came.
“Anybody could say that…”
“It was ‘Billy the Kid Meets Dracula’ “
“Sebastian!” she said aloud.
“Close your eyes,” Sebastian advised her, “I’ll guide you in.”
Harriett took a deep breath.
Trust was hard to give, but this was a friend she would trust with her life and that was harder to find.
She closed her eyes.
“We have to hurry,” he warned her, “I won’t be able to do this for very long.”
“What?”
“You’ll know when you get here. And Harriett…?”
“Yeah”
“Good Luck, you are all of our last hope.”
“I have not had enough coffee,” she thought as she pushed the gas pedal down and flew blind into an unknown future.
© 2009 by C. Wayne Owens
