Saturday, March 14, 2009

Ready Freddy?

Diedre opened her eyes, and saw Freddy standing there.  "Take my hand." he said.  He helped her sit up out of her body, and she stood next to him, looking down at herself, as the lifesupport systems flickered out.  "Come on, then, let's go." says Freddy.  They float out through the hull of the ship, she looks back and sees that the drive modules are all smashed, and all the lights are out.  A huge dragonship is floating above them.....with widespread dragon wings and a long dragonscaled silver hull....as they fly closer, you can see that the crystal eye of the dragon is a large porthole....inside there are people having a cocktail party.  They wave and point at the new guests.....Freddy and Diedre slide through the dragon hull, into the lounge with the others.  A tall matronly looking lady tells Diedre  "My dear, you must be exhausted!  Come with me and we'll find you a place to lie down."  They go to a nice cabin, and the bed looks so inviting.....Diedre lies down and goes to sleep.  Back in the lounge, Freddy and some of the others start a game of dice-and-ball.  In the morning, Diedre gets up out of bed and goes to look at herself in the mirror....she looks like an angel.  She goes back to the lounge, and finds Freddy having breakfast.  She sits down and orders scrambled eggs, wheat toast, and the fruit cup.  Freddy pours her some coffee.  "Freddy, can you tell me what is going on?" she asks.  Freddy folds his newspaper and sets it down.  "Well," he begins.."The disfunction wave front knocked me out of the ship and clean into another reality.  The folks in the dragonship had heard the noise, and came to see if there was anything they could do.  They found me and took me in, and then we went back to the shipwreck to see if there was anyone else we could help.  But you were the only one we found still alive, so I brought you back on board here."  he concluded.  "I see." she says, looking thoughtful.  The eggs were perfect, and there was even marmalade.

1 comment:

Steve tingle said...

Dear Diedre....I know the more common spelling is Deirdre, like the maiden in the old Irish folk tale, where the king wants to steal her away from the other guy. But I used to buy fried chicken at this one place way back where the girl's name tag said "Diedre". It wasn't a very busy place, and sometimes she was just there by herself, doing the cooking and the cash resister both. After that place closed, I came across her later at the recycling place, where she would take the chit from the weighing guy and give you the little bit of cash you had coming to you. I think she ended up moving to Bakersfield.
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