Subj: Twylyght Tyme Part 7
Date: 8/13/00 5:17:09 PM Central Daylight Time
From: Kallie
"The Big Bang"
Time: December 2, 1969
Oh why couldn't the fall from the ladder have killed him, things would have
been so much easier that way! Thought The Angel Of Death, eyes squinting menacingly.
The grand mission was at stake. If The Angel were caught, then who would be
left to rid the world of its useless and annoying people? Such desperate times
called for a chocolate fix.
The Angel yanked opened the refrigerator door and found relief within. A chocolate Pudding Cup. Had Mr. Loomis already squealed to the cops? If that had been the case the cops would have surely let it slip when they were here cleaning up the Lucie Suffern mess. Heck, there should have been a medal for getting rid of that one.
Pausing a moment to peel off the lid and grab a spoon, a new thought began to emerge. What if that Loomis guy was thinking of black mail? He was coming home today. Something had to be done and fast.
Plunging the spoon into the cup wicked little thoughts raced around The Angel's head. Then slowly licking the spoon savoring every last drop of the chocolate delight, a plan began to form and The Angel smiled an evil smile.
Placing the bottom tips of the crutches in front of him, he leaned into them and swung forward. Lean and swing, lean and swing, it really wasn't that difficult. It had begun to snow outside; in fact it was expected to continue for the next few days. So the hardest part would be to figure out how to get to his own little place without getting the cast wet, once he got to the door at the end of the hall.
"Ah, Mr. Loomis you look like a man who could use a comfortable chair to sit in, and I have several to choose from." Said a jolly looking man as Willie passed by his door. He was a bit plump, but not enough to be fat. Age had colored his skin with odd blotchy spots and the few remaining wisps of hair circled around the top of his scalp like smoke. But the eyes were young. Surrounded by a mass of wrinkles and a bit sunken in, those hazel eyes radiated back a joyful spark of life.
"Mr. Applegarth!" Willie exclaimed with surprise. "I'm okay, really I am."
"Then come on in and humor an old man." Then he winked at an old fashioned radio in the room and continued, "Besides Elsie insists that I can't take no for an answer. By the way the name's Willie." And he held out his hand in friendship.
Willie had no choice but to maneuver his way into the room. And what a beautiful room it was. All the walls were done in beautifully carved mahogany panels. The ceiling had plaster-molded designs. And the parquet floor was intricately inlaid. But there were also touches of pure eccentricity. Model airplanes hung from the ceiling and there were miniature train tracks everywhere. Willie couldn't help liking the guy.
"My name is Willie too." He said shaking the offered hand. "But I thought I heard somewhere that your name was Willard. If ya don't mind me askin?"
"Not at all young man. You see my Elise told me that in a couple of years from now there is going to be some kind of rat movie that is going to make the name of Willard a rather embarrassing name to have. Now I don't any silly mouse movie could do me any harm, but Elise doesn't want the grandkids to feel funny about having a Grandpa Williard. So for a long time now I've been Grandpa Willie.
Now Willie was getting curious. He sat back in the soft chair and asked, "Is Elise some kind da fortune teller?"
This sent Willie Applegarth into peals of laughter. His belly was still shaking with joy when he spoke, "No Elise is my wife."
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The Angel sat huddled behind a clump of snow-laden trees waiting to make sure the plan was a success. The Angel, in a stroke of luck, had happened to find Willie's key hidden in the snow the day he fell. So it was easy to get into the small enclosure where he lived. It was very Spartan and small and for a moment The Angel almost felt sorry for him. But then again, neither the house, or Mr. Loomis would be around long enough for it to matter.
All The Angel had to do was turn on the gas. Willie himself would do the rest. The Angel had observed him on many occasions going outside to light up. Smoking was a deadly habit and for Mr. Loomis it would prove fatal.
The Angel started to dance around a little to generate a bit of warmth. What was taking him so long? There must be enough gas accumulated in there right now to blow up a small planet. The Angel mused unhappily, hands rubbing frantically together. Damn it's cold!
Then Wendy Butts came plowing her way through the snow. The Angel could hear her before she saw her. She was carrying of all things a bunch of red carnations.
"Is Mr. Loomis In?" Wendy innocently inquired. "My daughter just brought me a bunch of the most beautiful flowers, and I thought a few of them might cheer him up. You know, with his injury and all. He is such a sweet boy, why just last week he fixed that crazy closet of mine….
The Angel interrupted her before she could continue. Wendy's constant chatter was an annoyance. Not to mention the sound effects coming constantly out the other end. Geez! It seemed like every time she took a breath, she fluffed. "Mr. Loomis was in the office with Nurse Porter when I saw him last. But he was headed this way and should be here any minute." The Angel put on a phony smile and said, "The door is unlocked why don't you go inside and surprise him with your flowers? You've come so far and it is too cold to wait out here."
"Do you really think he'll like them, being a man and all?"
"Yes, now go before your freeze!"
Wendy was filled with joy. She loved helping people. It gave her a warm tingly feeling all over. As she reached the door, she tried to hold back the escaping vapors as best she could. After all she was visiting someone's house. And sometimes she knew they stank a little. She closed door and set the flowers down on the table. Her next task would be to find something to put the flowers in. "It sure is dark in here." And she smiled when she found the cord and reached up to yank the chain. As she was concentrating on pulling the cord, she found she could no longer hold it in. So with a force, and sound of amazing proportions she let rip a giant toot. Then the house exploded!
Wendy's frequent farter miles had earned her a one way trip to the great beyond!
Kallie >^,,^<