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By david grant
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Ok, I think my captor is trying to tell me that Outer Space is not the final frontier. A sudden right turn and we are headed for Inner Space.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! It hurts!”
Lights rush past us as we fly down a long tunnel at incredible speed. Suddenly I am a child again, or at least I begin to see my childhood. Scenes scream by me. A new episode in a glass frame walks slowly toward us and pauses for a moment.
Someone is taking away my swing set from my backyard and I'm standing in my crib watching it happen.
"You were born infected,” The Policeman says. “This is just the first outbreak."
The child in the crib picks up a hard plastic toy and crashes it through the window. Then he cries.
“Ah, um.. I remember...”
He pulls on my elbow and we begin a new trek.
“You are seeing the case against you,” he says.
“What? I’m on trial? And who are you anyway?”
“Yes, you are, and you know me. I have lived inside you all your life?“
“What?”
“I am your personal Policeman, sworn to poke and prod you. Call me your “conscience.” Call me “conviction.” Call me the “repression” that keeps you within the lines and takes away your “fun,” but in life you learned to ignore me at you own peril.”
Again we are hyper-thrust through the tube of lights.
“I’m not like that guard standing at attention between you and me, no. You knew him too well. You knew how to go around him, snake your little hand through the bars, and stretch your arm out until you got your little fingers on the forbidden prize. You did it over and over, despite my warnings.”
Ok. So he was the one who made me feel guilty.
Another scene saunters up and begins to play.
It’s night. A teenage girl stands under a tree.
“Oh, man! Do we have to see this?”
A boy leans the girl against the tree and traps her with his heavy shoulder. He tries to kiss her, but she turns her head and the kiss lands in front of her ear. She breaks free and runs away crying.
“Geesh! Nobody knows about that! It was just a stolen kiss!”
“She remembered it all her life.”
We are then catapulted up to another level of the tube. Another scene begins.
In an office lunch room a young man points and leads others in ridiculing laughter. The humiliated workmate bows his head and slinks away in to Men’s Room. The last word echoes off the walls of the bathroom.
“Loser!”
“Is this enough?” I ask my policeman.
“We could stop here,” he remarks. “The court already has enough evidence against you to guarantee the maximum penalty. Do you feel you are ready to defend yourself before the judge?”
“Umm. Maybe not.”
He grabs me and we jet to a traditional court room. The judge is wearing one of those ridiculous British legal wigs and the gallery if full of faces I recognize. The girl is there. The workmate. My ex-wife and the woman I left her for, and my kids. My mom and dad are sitting on the right side of the room. Mom is weeping.
“Do you have a lawyer?” My policeman asks me.
I shake my head.
“Defending yourself? You don’t know the ways of the court, how to win the mercy of the judge, or parry the viciousness of the prosecutor. Defending yourself is a fool’s errand.”
I shake my head. “Then there is no hope.”
“Ok, I’ll give you this. The judge has a weakness. The judge's own book says “Kiss the Son, lest he be angry and you be destroyed in your way,” Psalm 2:12, KJV.
I shake my head again. “How am I supposed to get to know the judge’s son?”
“I guess that’s your challenge. Go in there with the judge’s son at your side and you live. Go in alone and you die. It’s that’s simple.”
Suddenly I am back in the pew and the preacher is calling me.
“Who now knows their guilt?” he pleads. “And who would like to kiss the son.”
I feel a poke in the ribsso I stand to accept the invitation.
“Aburdejegu!” I hear someone say.
It doesn’t hurt so much this time.
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"Aburdejegu!" is an out of the box word. I follow Dr. Suez in that if you can't find a word in the dictionary, make one up. Being out of the box its meaning is left up to the reader. Thanks for enjoying my story ya'll! And have a merry “Aburdejegu!”