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Tuesday, October 23, 2007

"As You Sow so Shall You Reap"


The Eavesdrop Writer is Vienne and her blog transforms overheard conversations from just about anywhere into remarkable short stories. Read the character(s) come alive! Feel the character. Be the charcter. What you are about to read is part of her developmental project where each week, she posts a conversation- overheard of course, and invites readers to partake in finishing the story. Anything goes. You make your own ending. This is mine.

To read the beginning of the story, click on the above button and when done, read how I end it.

His hand is shaking as he is writing. By this time, the squatter's face turns red in anger. I recognize from the way his shoulder is moving up and down that he is breathing too fast. He may be hyperventilating from stress. His intense eyes meet mine. He looks troubled every passing moment. Something is wrong. I instantly grab a handy paper bag from the glove compartment, step out of my car and approach the squatter.

Me: Hey, Are you okay? I saw the whole thing.
Squatter: I... I don't... feel... too... good.
Me: You seem in distress. Please breathe out of this bag and...

The squatter faints. I call 911! Next thing I know, paramedics gets him into the ambulance truck. As I walk back heavily towards my car, I see the piece of paper on the concrete road. I pick it up, glance at it and put it on my side pocket. I drive past the Hummer and suddenly there seem to be parking space all around.

The next day, I hand the package of material to my professor. He engages me in a conversation and oddly mentions a freak accident that happened earlier he said in the parking lot campus right where the copy center is. He said the driver of a truck is badly hurt and the police couldn't identify him just yet but they have his license plate number. The number is released to the media. I probe further. I reach for my side pocket, the same jacket I wore yesterday. I read the license number from the paper; it matches that of the Hummer guy's license plate number.

4 taster(s) say...:

Vienne said...

Great ending! I must admit I like it when the bad guy gets some of his own bad karma. That was a clever twist you came up with. I really appreciate you participating in my first meme and hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. Hopefully you'll get some traffic out of it, also! Vienne

eam said...

BIG thanks Vienne! Let's just say your blog inspired and challenged me... I truly enjoyed this exercise, if I may call it that. And yes! sometimes sweet revenge is somewhat sweeter when fate happened and you just watched ;-)

talksmart said...

Hi eam. Your blog is elevated to the Hall of Fame. Congrats. Claim your award.

Keep the Filipino blogging spirit alive always :-)

eam said...

thank you again talksmart! your site is a great avenue in uniting Filipino bloggers around the world and discovering new Filipino blogs by way of the "million linky", The Fil Blog award and your mix of Filipino and international related content. Mabuhay ka!! :-)