Happy Halloween
“He’s stuck!”
My friends’ faces are anxious, concerned. “Come help!”
Who’s stuck? I wonder. Suddenly I notice my parents’ old television set, the huge console TV we had in the 1960s. It’s about five feet long, a wooden case, with a turntable on one side and a radio on the other, giant speakers flanking the TV screen. State-of-the-art for 1965.
The console is up against the wall, of course, the way it always was in our house. I step to the side and peer behind it.
There he is.
William Shatner is trapped inside the wall behind the TV set, crouched in a cratered opening that looks like bomb damage. He gazes up at me, flakes of plaster in his toupee.
I remember now that we’re married, or used to be. I reach down to help pull him from the wall.
Then I wake up.
9 Responses to “Happy Halloween”
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richard cherry says:
VS I say this as a friend - You are not well. Seek help from a professional grower of gourds or related vegetables. There are people who can do things about this.
And make some soup with whatever you have to hand.October 31st, 2006 at 6:25 am EST -
Violet says:
Richard, you’re just jealous. I bet you’ve only got Walter Koenig living in your wall.
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Infidel says:
..”I’m a Doctor not fiberglass insulation Damnit!”
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Infidel says:
“Raise the shields Captain?”
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Infidel says:
“I’m giving er all she’s got, Captain- the dilithium crystals won’t take much moore.”
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Infidel says:
“Highly illogical, Captain”
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Paul Tergeist says:
Violet, your blog seems to be overrun with Infidel tribbles.
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Burrow says:
AHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….
*running away*
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Infidel says:
“Captain, I’m getting something on a hailing frequency, but I can’t quite make it out.”
