Jason and the Bell
“So here is our rental car,” announced the doctor outside the hotel. While they had been sleeping in the morning, the doctor had rented a BMW. It was an old 535d. “Of course it had to be German, I don’t trust anything else,” he had said.
“Of course,” echoed Alice, after all they had an Audi dealership and it had been such a pleasure to work with near perfect cars, and the quality control was excellent. She had even modeled for their Audi showroom, and she loved working there. She had just sent out several emails to their employees, informing them of their extended absence for atleast another week. She hadn’t called her mother so far, but neither had Jason. She didn’t want to sadden her mother with the terrible news that Jason had daddy’s disease, till there was a definite diagnosis. She prayed inside.
“Why don’t you go to your spa, Alice, while we drive around in the countryside?” asked Jason, and the doctor nodded in agreement.
“Yeah, we are just going to tour some of my ancestral lands. Pretty boring stuff, but good for Jason’s mind. Help him remember some stuff,” joked the doctor.
“But I want to come too!” protested Alice. She wanted to see the forest too. The spa could definitely wait. The men agreed reluctantly, and Alice bounded inside to get her bag, as the men examined the BMW’s features. It was an older five series, but it would do the job, as the doctor gunned the powerful diesel engine, and the car pulled forward with the torque, and the doctor made a sharp u-turn where the street widened and before Alice’s eyes braked sharply stopping yards from her.
“It’s in good shape,” he said nodding appreciatively, as Alice quickly slid into the backseat, and the doctor roared away into the slow movi...
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...ed at a metal door, which simply had the inscription “Kommandant” on it. Alice’s heart was in her mouth, as the doctor yanked it hard. The door opened. It was a heavy blast proof door. Then she gazed at the tunnel that led further into nowhere. God knows what secrets lay there. She held onto her Nazi-god’s arm tighter. He was the only one she really trusted right now, as her heart thudded faster. The doctor walked in with a look of amazement on his face, and then followed by Jason with an equally impressed face, and he pulled the unwilling Alice in too. She crossed herself, and then opened her eyes.
It was another bizarre room, lit only by the red emergency lights, and there was a big tripod in the middle of the room pointing to a wall which had a dusty white screen on it. Von Braun was hastily cleaning the screen with his jacket, and Jason played with the tripod.
“Listen,” the grandmother almost screamed, “I know you are a good man. You don’t look a bit like you have blood. I know you must come from nice people.” It all happened so fast. The car had rolled and wrecked.
“A friend of mine, Barbara Silva, a nurse at Waltham school was driving to work on Route 128 when another car suddenly cut her off. For some reason the truck ahead of [that car] braked abruptly and [the car] banged into it. She slammed into [the car]. It was a horrible accident. It could have been avoided if [the other car] hadn’t jumped lanes.
The author then looks back upon the time in his life when her mother decided to drive Hunter Jordan’s old car. However, she didn’t know how to drive, and was generally afraid to get behind the wheel. On that day, she drove crazily on the road, and declared to never drive again. James McBride also reflected on his life up to a teenager, who knew that bad things would occur in the not too distant future if he didn’t change his ways and behavior.
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“I’m sorry for the wait,” said the doctor as he finally walked through the door. I had become so lost in my thoughts I hadn’t realized another
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‘I’ve been feeling weird all day.’ Shawn thought while lying down on the hospital bed fully awake. Upon hearing a sound, Shawn’s head shot up. ‘Sounds like someone’s coming, wait, it sounds like more than one person. I’m counting two. Huh, that’s weird, it’s 3:30 in the morning and the nurse already went through here on her rounds half an hour ago, strange.’ Shawn mused surprised. The footsteps were coming closer to his room so Shawn closed his eyes feigning sleep.
She slammed the door behind her. Her face was hot as she grabbed her new perfume and flung it forcefully against the wall. That was the perfume that he had bought for her. She didn't want it anymore. His voice coaxed from the other side of the door. She shouted at him to get away. Throwing herself on the bed and covering her face with one of his shirts, she cried. His voice coaxed constantly, saying Carol, let me in. Let me explain.' She shouted out no!' Then cried some more. Time passed with each sob she made. When she caught herself, there was no sound on the other side of the door. A long silence stood between her and the door. Maybe she had been too hard on him, she thought. Maybe he really had a good explanation. She hesitated before she walked toward the door and twisted the handle. Her heart was crying out to her at this moment. He wasn't there. She called out his name. "Thomas!" Her cries were interrupted by the revving of an engine in the garage. She made it to the window in time to see his Volvo back out the yard. "Thomas! Thomas....wait!" Her cries vanished into thin air as the Volvo disappeared around the bend. Carol grew really angry all of a sudden. How could he leave? He'll sleep on the couch when he gets back. Those were her thoughts.