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What happens if you don't want them any more?
By Jack Kuperman
Thursday, May 14, 2009

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What happens if you don't want them any more?




Singapore, 16:04
A young pretty girl entered the central station and went to the ticket office.
"I'd like a return ticket in zone 3, please."
The cashier typed the data and took the tickets from the printer. "Four ninety." When no money was advanced, she raised her head but was surprised to see the window empty. "What's this" The cashier went out from the office and looked around, but didn't see the girl. "Ow those youngsters, everything is a game for them." After five minutes she forgot the girl.

Los Angeles, 16:08
There were just few people in the water. The waves were too high to swim. Yet four guys entered into this blue and white water-tiger trying to prove their machismo. They could do nothing else because a group of girls was cheering to them from the beach. Not one of those four hesitated for a moment and one after another they jumped into the open mouth of animal-like wave.

Four were brave to enter the ocean but only three were lucky to return. What authorities couldn't understand, why they didn't find anything from the fourth guy. Waves should bring his body to the beach, yet nothing came out of the stormy water.

London, 16:32
"Give me another."
The barman looked at the elderly lady, not sure if he should serve her. Her trebling hand overturned the empty glass and it rolled from the bar onto the floor. Everybody turned to see who fired a gun. But when they saw that it was just a broken glass, they continued their drinking and chatting.

The barman couldn't decide what to do, but when he looked at the lady again, he saw she gets misty. He rubbed his eyes and looked again - there was nobody on the chair before him. He stood there, looking at the empty place not comprehending the situation. He was sure he saw her, but where was she? He recollected that she gave him a torn twenty and looked for it. Yes, here it was. So, she definitely was in his bar. So, what happened? Then he thought that he didn't yet give her the change and he smiled, the woman slipping from his mind.

Cape Town, 16:37
"Please disperse." The policeman moved people by force until he reached the epicenter of the disturbance.
"What happened here?" He clapped the mouth of an old man who began to fire out words with the speed of M-16. "Wait, it's to quickly for me."
A young girl raised her arm: "Can I tell you Mister policeman?" - "You can, speak, but slowly." - "You see, here was a man, he was walking along this street. I came from my school there." She showed him where. The policeman nodded and waved her to continue. "I saw this man coming in my direction. And suddenly he made 'Puff' and disappeared." - "What do you mean disappered? Where did he go?" - "Mister policeman, the man simply disappeared. He didn't go any place. One moment he was here and another he just puffed and disappeared."

All other witnesses told similar stories. The only difference between them being the place they were coming from. But this difference was enough for the policeman to write in his notebook: "All witnesses gave a different story, so I believe nothing really happened."


Somewhere in a very secrete place in Virginia on the second floor, room 245, 16:32, three days later.
"So, you say fourty-seven disappeard?"
"Yes, and it's only from USA. There are much more from UK, India, South Africa, Australia."
"Interesting, all of them speak English."
"Ow, Mr. Penderson, you just came here and solved the case."
"Very funny. So, you saw it before me. Very good. It's your work after all. But what other connection did you find between them?
A man disappearing from the bed leaving his bride making sex alone; a pilot disappearing from the transatlantic flight a moment after the take off, Mall guard, mother to three, grandfather, banker, writer - what have they in common?"
"I think I know. Look here…"

Someplace under the sun (details are secret for at least 379 years), second entrance ground floor, 23:59, some time later.
"What do you want? I didn't do anything." The woman was trembling with anger.
"Anything? You killed hundreds of people."
"I killed? Are you crazy? How did I supposedly kill them?"
"I don't know, but you made them disappear."
"Wait, wait. Who are you?" The man in a black suit with black glasses hiding very well a pair of black clever eyes showed the badge. "Huh? I didn't know you can have a budge with both FBI and CIA on it. Very well, what do you want to know?"
"Here is a list of people. Look carefully and say if you know them."
The woman looked, shrugged, returned to look, brought some coffee, took a cigarette and said: "Maybe."
The man in the black sighed, took out three one hundred tired of use papers and put them on the table. The woman looked at him, smiled, shook her head for negative. "I don't remember at all."
After thirty-two aditional papers, her memory cogwheels were oiled sufficiently and she said: "Some of those I remember - they were on my list of contacts."
"Were?"
"I deleted them."
The man in the black heavily said : "You didn't delete just contacts. You deleted people too."
"It cannot be. It's impossible. Look, I'll show you. You see. We'll take the first person on my list who I don't want to be my contact. I'll delete it and you'll see that nothing happens to the real person. Here is one who wanted to be my contact but for months didn't really contact at all. I'm going to delete him-"

The man in the black looked on the screen and jumped on the woman. He thought "I cannot be too late. I couldn't forgive it to myself. God, make me be in time."

Feeling very smoky the man in the black saw the woman put her mouse pointer on "Yes" immediately under the question "Are you sure you don't want to stay connected to 'the man in the black' ?"
 


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Reviewed by Felix Perry 5/14/2009
Great story...loved it.

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