The Emporium of Dreams_BOZO_WEIRD NIGHT FOR SURE_Mr Casey's Train
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The Emporium of Dreams
John Flounder woke with a start from the most amazing dream. Time was of the essence, he must record his recollections; there wasn’t a second to lose. Groping blindly in the dark, he reached over to the bedside table, knocking his phone onto the floor. With a groan, he leaned over the mattress and rooted through the pile of clothes which he’d discarded last night. No phone, it must have slid under the bed. A piece of paper then. If he was quick, he could hold onto the dream with the strange man and his bulbous eyes; the www.onedoor.ccatmospheric setting, down a winding cobbled lane; the exciting plot which ...
BOZO
BOZORon Merritt carefully backed his Porsche into the dark garage while scanning the nearby neighbors’ houses to ascertain that he hadn’t been seen by anyone who might blab about his presence at Angie Jacobs’ house. After all, Angie lived only a block from his own home, thus the chances of discovery by nosy do-gooders were better than average. He had just left his wife at home with the lie that he had to work this Saturday. The Collins account, Betty, you know, remember? Inwardly, he congratulated himself for his undeniable brilliance. Thank goodness for the Collins’ insistence that the schedu...
WEIRD NIGHT FOR SURE
“Who’s that?”“I don’t know. I can’t ever remember who drives what.”“Amelia drives a Honda, right?”“Most people drive Honda’s.”“I think that’s Amelia.”“Sure, I mean, maybe, I can’t say.”“Can you read the license plate?”“Not with how dark—hold on—do you...remember Amelia’s license plate number?”“I don’t know, maybe if I saw it I’d, y’know…““But not what she drives?”“…just maybe it’d jog something.”“G—4—Z—1…is that a ‘1’ or an ‘L’? I think it’s a—”“Hold on, she just…I think she’s getting out.”“Are you warm?”“Shh, look.”“Why am I so warm?”“See, she turned the car off. I’m pretty sure she’s about t...
Mr Casey's Train
“Mr Casey.”“Yes, Mr Worthington?”“Your train, Mr Casey.”“Yes, Mr Worthington?”There was a quiet and uncomfortable pause where Mr Casey nervously ran his dark bowler hats rim through his hands until he could bear the truth no longer. “Well, when I say yes, it’s not really ‘my train’, per see. In actual fact, I think the train prefers it when we all call him Larry. We're trying to get him to think of a last name and then we thought we'd throw him a naming party.”Mr Casey watched as his employer's features became flushed. "Actually, it's the investor's train." was spoken quietly.The curt response...