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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "Well to a certain degree yes I really don’t want to impose. I’m getting used to my deprivation." As this strangely odd conversation began I couldn’t help but notice several books strewn about the passenger seat some of which she was clearly trying to hide. The subject matter varies from Science Fiction to Psychology. There were rather interesting tomes as well on assessing people's personality. “I love talking to people. You are no exception. Recent events are troubling you aren’t they? Your life story is in your face.” There was an understandable hesitation on my part. We both shared a curious common dress sense in terms of sombre dull dark shade. For total strangers this heliacal accord was in evidence. “Perhaps there are overlapping aspects in our life experience.” Loose comments ripple off. “Don't be so defensive. Maybe we are all looking for something in one sense. I believe this happens when we lose people or possessions that are close to us. Maybe you aren’t missing anything at all.“ There was a. chilling precision to her words as our probing dialogue continued. “Wouldnt say its a figment of my imagination though.” An arch retort on my behalf. A Cat and mouse game was unfolding here with creepy undertones. “What has happened is very tangible. Well it is.” I deadpanned. “Did I realise what I had just said?" This time to myself. I could now feel the full force of this woman’s stare. There was something not quite right about this encounter. On closer inspection her accent was surprisingly youthful for her age. From the corner of my eye I did spot alterations. Unnatural alterations to her countenance. Quite amazingly an unexpected motorist who intrudes into my life was almost able to choreograph every thought and move I had in mind. A suspicion now occurrs to me. One dares not even whisper it’s sinister backdrop. “You have been scrutinising just about everything haven’t you? The books etc.” I then interrupt. “You forgot to die....I mean dye your hair.” Those inklings of mine assume an unstoppable momentum. Silence ensues. I started to shudder. After a brief interlude we both begin to laugh. Glances were exchanged as hair-raising atmospheres start to segue. The lady in question was still trying to block my view. “Somethings are best left unsaid.“ A wicked chuckle emanates from her. “My name is Martin. Whats yours? Aren’t you going to ask the way?” Shivering visibly as I spoke. “I think you already do know who I am. People and things can always assume various forms can’t they? Thats always been my core philosophy. Maybe yours.“ Her tone now from an azure blue sky zone beyond comprehension. “As for directions I think we both have helped each other in that regard.“ Now I felt glued to the ground. Without warning this mysterious person drove off as quickly as they had sprung from nowhere. One couldn’t help hearing a thud even in trance-like phases. In a flash it all made sense. “Oh gosh.” I shriek. On the green verge to the right of me I saw a book. “SIGNPOSTS TO ETERNITY - ASKING THE WAY." VERNA USHERETTE. This ominous lady bizarrely reverses. “I’m actually her ghostwriter…. for a lookalike friend. She dreamed of writing but had no talent.” This weird twist didn’t stop there. “You’ve been sending me fan mail all along.” A smirk widens in tandem with pearlescent eyes. “I’m really Verna and have been in search of you!” I must have appeared thunderstruck at this point. “Oh, Juno is this author’s real name. “She had delusions regarding her stature. Juno managed to fake her own death with my endorsement." Crime scene units could not unravel the “fakes” at play right now. “By the way in another sense, If you know what I mean.” A mysterious woman who finally speeds off is no longer so mysterious. R.I.P. to quite a of things! By the way, I ask you as the final episode closes on this mind-boggling incident or has it? Posted :June 2nd 2021
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