"The Fall of Imagination"

By the second knock, Radar was on all fours, barking at the door. "Do we have to get it?" Thomas asked, contemplating the sprinkles on his doughnut. Unconcerned, Damon bit into his raspberry filled Bavarian. Rolling her eyes, yet unable to contain a chuckle, Aunt K said, "Lazy bums. She pushed back her chair. "There isn't time," the voice came through the door. Then the door vanished--one second there, the next, gone. "W-W-Wha. . . Y-Y-You're, You're. . ." It was not like Aunt K to stutter. In a rush of breath, she pushed out the sentence. "You're dead."

-- CmAmidon - 06 Dec 2004