Writer's Block
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He lay awake listening to the faint sounds of the night. He had seen her expressive face so many times in magazines and posters.He knew she visited at least two chat sites every night. He could almost predict her timing and was there before anyone else could intercept her . She must be lonely, he thought. Like me, he added wryly. No partying. No all night stands. How else could she log on like clockwork every night? Can she sense what I am trying to do? he wondered, before drifting off to sleep.
Coffee cup in hand, he picked up the Daily Despatch lying on the doorstep. "Real Estate Prices in Los Angeles Skyrocket, " screamed the headlines. As if I needed any more reality checks. My practice can't meet the rental bills any more. If my plan does not work, I may have to close shop soon, he thought grimly. He turned on his machine and reviewed the records of the ten patients he was due to meet today. "Don't forget, you have to appear in court at 10 am as an expert witness in the Smits case", he grimaced at his secretary's reminder in the mail. Another of those insanity pleas! Well, he could forget about getting much work done today.
He could not stop thinking about her. What was she doing this morning? Let me give her a little shock, he thought, as he ran the program his brother,Charles, a computer science student and ace hacker, had sent for his birthday. He chose the image of a huge bunch of exploding roses from the egreetings gallery and added the message:
"Don't panic, my dear. I wanted you to have the flowers. My apologies for the lost sleep." He pressed the "Send" button and sat back to watch the fun.
"What do you want me to do ?" he could almost hear her whisper.
"Do my will," he typed firmly.
"WHO ARE YOU ? " He could sense her hysteria.
"I am God. That is all you need to know." He must not let up now or his hold on her would be gone for good.
It all turned out beautifully. He moved into her sprawling mansion in Beverly Hills within a week. She had mailed him the gift deed to her estate, just as he had directed. And the old school shrinks think cyber-hypnosis doesn't work ! Wish he could have met her just once, he thought with regret occasionally. Where was she now ? He had no clue. He had read in some tabloid or other that she had become a nun in the Silent Sisters Order, somewhere in Scotland.
Maybe just a rumor. The truth - God knows. He didn't care.
