MISS TERRY
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Part 4.
'The Emergence of Judith' - 'the Second Sighting'
and 'Visit to Xylopoop'
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Later that night...........
............in the twilight hours, that sacred time, when only the beings of some other dimension wander, that 'gaping' hole in the fabric of one's 'world - time-space' a strange apparition enmeshes with the ether of our 'home-space'!! ------
------ "Judith Chalmers" mysteriously hovering on a rubber mat! -- moving slowly on the horizontal and vertical planes! dressed in Cuban-heeled ankle boots and smeared all over in lard! Her face seems rather obnoxious; red! and bloated, covered in delicate hand-paintings by Arab camel trainers! paintings of cute little representations of holiday brochures and deck-chairs!
Heidi's beautiful face is awoken and she gazes in almost childlike amazement at the hallicinatory mirage before her eyes; eyes that are glazed, and mouth hanging open, as if she were drugged or semi-conscious!
The odd, incongruous figure hovers about three feet above the ground, vibrating in a gentle harmony with the fluctuating rhythm of the crickets, rasping in the warm, dry evening air; somewhere in the wild, untouched undergrowth of the bushlands. I placed my muscle-bound arm around Heidi to comfort the fear away as Judith began to mumble in a 'gossipy' voice about her last trip to the Bahama's......
........"the Palm trees and Girls swaying elegantly in the breeze like a 'Toads Trumpet' in a jumble sale"...... blah blah blah....
She droned on in a pointless way as if she were the only person suffering from 'Galluping Thrombosis of the Spleen'. !!
I picked the dice out of the black interior of my only secret pocket, turned it in my fingers while pointing to Mecca, and hummed an old Max Bygraves song, -- 'Standing on the corner etc..' The black sandshoes I was wearing were vibrating steadily and my pulse started to race.... A 'polypropolene stocking' moved graciously through the air, and a large concrete mushroom materialized beside Heidi's left shoulder! - Then, it began to move towards Ms Chalmers.....
Heidi quietly placed the sunglasses to her head and tossed her plaited pony-tail back in one, exquisite move. Then, as the mushroom made contact with Judith both objects appeared to be violently sucked into some invisable point in the air!! -- as if their atoms had collapsed in on themselves! -- like, ... some kind of mini 'Black-Hole' !!!
The room shuddered with the violence of the moment, and I toyed with the idea that perhaps Judith Chalmers was some type of being consisting of a base-structure of atoms arranged in a manner that would be typical of some forms of 'Anti-Matter' !!
I split the Bingo-Caller's ping-pong ball with my thumb-nail, and pierced the 'thought-bubble' of a disabled fireman, before slicing the cuckoo clock into neat two inch (5cms) slices and darning my Aunt Pimple's vest and socks, such was the complexity and tension of the moment.
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