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CHAPTER III
Part I
Like a cannon my eyes shot open. I gasped for air and screamed out loud and sat up from where I was. My head had detached from my body and only it sat up, but I was too in shock to care. I panted, chest and headless shoulders throbbed from air intake.
I calmed myself down and looked to what I could. I was in my bedroom. I saw my walls and my doorway. It was my pillow my head rested on and my bed my body sat upon. I shifted to the edge of my bed and leaned forward to rub my eyes. I wound up clutching my neck from cranium's absents.
I let out a frustrated growl and reached for my head.
At that very moment John hurried in, “Robert?”
I lifted my eyes and positioned my face to see him, “Yes John. I'm here.”
“Robert! How did you get in? I didn't see you enter.”
I placed my head on and grew an inquisitive face, “What?”
I glanced out the bedroom window and the sky was colored an early morning. I looked back at John, “Then How did I get here?”
John shrugged, “I was up all night waiting inside. I heard nothing nor did I see you come in.”
I looked down at myself and noticed I had on the same attire from the night.
“John. I can't explain it.”
“Well, you're here now. Alive and well.”
I sat at the counter pondering how I returned. The door opened as a customer entered, “Morning Robert.”
This distracted from my thoughts and I had no problem masking my feelings. I smiled heartfelt and greeted the elderly Labrador, “Morning to you too Mrs. Weltworth. How may I help you?”
She smiled her toothy smile, “Well....I got a big bag of savings. For my Grandchildren you know. I want to put it into here and when they are ready they can get it.”
“Planning for the future I see. Good choice.”
I pulled out the record book, “Just sign here and I'll have you cleared.”
“Bless your heart, Robert.” She thanked as she signed.
I took her money and walked into the money room. Shelves and shelves of vault boxes. I found an empty one and placed the bag inside, locking it. I came out and placed the keys back in my pocket, “All done, Mrs. Weltworth.”
“Bless you again, Robert. You always had a good head on your shoulders.”
I laughed nervously and thought to myself, 'Not all the time'
She left as John came in. He greeted her and closed the door.
“Morning Robert.”
I forced a smile but it was temporary.
I told John the story of last night when the bank was empty. He couldn't believe what I told him. We had three customers come in during the daylight. Oddly enough however, the judge did not show up. But I was too fixated about past events to care.
When the bank was locked at the end of the day John and I ventured to the study room. Soon, John with his wine, I with my pipe.
“I wonder.” John spoke out, “If you inhale or drink something...”
I interrupted him, “Oh John! I don't think I should experiment on myself. That's absurd!”
“I am just saying Robert it you are going to stay like this maybe you should know what all you can do.”
“Well how is dropping wine, or whatever, out of my throat a benefit to me?” The agitation in my voice made it apparent to John that I didn't want to try such stupid tasks.
I laid back in my chair and angrily puffed on my pipe as I pondered. John timidly remained quiet and sipped his wine. Soon my mind was filled, not only with guilt, but with queries as well. When it became unbearable I jumped up from my comfort, “OH ALL RIGHT!!!”
I grabbed John's spare glass and he poured me wine. Then I drank the whole glass and held it in my mouth. With an agitated jerk I pulled my head off and held out towards John, my cheeks puffed of wine. Then with the hand that held the glass, I placed it underneath my esophagus as a caution and I swallowed.
No wine came out from underneath.
“Astounding!” John Remarked.
I opened my jowls to speak but was distracted by a churning feeling in my throat. I turned my head by hand just in time to see wine spew from my body's throat hole. My jaw dropped as my other hand dropped the glass to plug the hole, but it slipped through my fingers and onto my coat and shirt with the rest of the wine.
I stood up head in hand, drenched in wine. John stood up and started laughing as he helped wipe off wine on my chest.
“It's not funny John!” I snapped.
He replied, “Oh! but it is. And you have the pleasure from seeing it at a different perspective.”
I shoved the simpering John, but I could not help myself to laugh with him.
Soon after I changed my shirt we went back to the fireplace, in our chairs, and continued what we had before. I had my head in my lap taking in the pipe. On occasion I would inhale the smoke and a smoke ring would fly out of my throat.
I turned my head to John, “I don't think I could get use to this, but I guess I can tolerate it.”
John finished his wine, “I say the same thing.”
He stood up and proceeded to leave, “I am leaving. I will be here tomorrow.”
I leaned my shoulders back and placed my hand on my crown, “As always.”
I rested my eyes as my hand scratched my scalp. My exposed neck puffed another smoke ring. I spent the next hours watching the fire die, before I went to bed. The whole time with my head in my lap.
Next: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1847362/
CH1: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1711976/
CH2: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1765569/
Part I
Like a cannon my eyes shot open. I gasped for air and screamed out loud and sat up from where I was. My head had detached from my body and only it sat up, but I was too in shock to care. I panted, chest and headless shoulders throbbed from air intake.
I calmed myself down and looked to what I could. I was in my bedroom. I saw my walls and my doorway. It was my pillow my head rested on and my bed my body sat upon. I shifted to the edge of my bed and leaned forward to rub my eyes. I wound up clutching my neck from cranium's absents.
I let out a frustrated growl and reached for my head.
At that very moment John hurried in, “Robert?”
I lifted my eyes and positioned my face to see him, “Yes John. I'm here.”
“Robert! How did you get in? I didn't see you enter.”
I placed my head on and grew an inquisitive face, “What?”
I glanced out the bedroom window and the sky was colored an early morning. I looked back at John, “Then How did I get here?”
John shrugged, “I was up all night waiting inside. I heard nothing nor did I see you come in.”
I looked down at myself and noticed I had on the same attire from the night.
“John. I can't explain it.”
“Well, you're here now. Alive and well.”
I sat at the counter pondering how I returned. The door opened as a customer entered, “Morning Robert.”
This distracted from my thoughts and I had no problem masking my feelings. I smiled heartfelt and greeted the elderly Labrador, “Morning to you too Mrs. Weltworth. How may I help you?”
She smiled her toothy smile, “Well....I got a big bag of savings. For my Grandchildren you know. I want to put it into here and when they are ready they can get it.”
“Planning for the future I see. Good choice.”
I pulled out the record book, “Just sign here and I'll have you cleared.”
“Bless your heart, Robert.” She thanked as she signed.
I took her money and walked into the money room. Shelves and shelves of vault boxes. I found an empty one and placed the bag inside, locking it. I came out and placed the keys back in my pocket, “All done, Mrs. Weltworth.”
“Bless you again, Robert. You always had a good head on your shoulders.”
I laughed nervously and thought to myself, 'Not all the time'
She left as John came in. He greeted her and closed the door.
“Morning Robert.”
I forced a smile but it was temporary.
I told John the story of last night when the bank was empty. He couldn't believe what I told him. We had three customers come in during the daylight. Oddly enough however, the judge did not show up. But I was too fixated about past events to care.
When the bank was locked at the end of the day John and I ventured to the study room. Soon, John with his wine, I with my pipe.
“I wonder.” John spoke out, “If you inhale or drink something...”
I interrupted him, “Oh John! I don't think I should experiment on myself. That's absurd!”
“I am just saying Robert it you are going to stay like this maybe you should know what all you can do.”
“Well how is dropping wine, or whatever, out of my throat a benefit to me?” The agitation in my voice made it apparent to John that I didn't want to try such stupid tasks.
I laid back in my chair and angrily puffed on my pipe as I pondered. John timidly remained quiet and sipped his wine. Soon my mind was filled, not only with guilt, but with queries as well. When it became unbearable I jumped up from my comfort, “OH ALL RIGHT!!!”
I grabbed John's spare glass and he poured me wine. Then I drank the whole glass and held it in my mouth. With an agitated jerk I pulled my head off and held out towards John, my cheeks puffed of wine. Then with the hand that held the glass, I placed it underneath my esophagus as a caution and I swallowed.
No wine came out from underneath.
“Astounding!” John Remarked.
I opened my jowls to speak but was distracted by a churning feeling in my throat. I turned my head by hand just in time to see wine spew from my body's throat hole. My jaw dropped as my other hand dropped the glass to plug the hole, but it slipped through my fingers and onto my coat and shirt with the rest of the wine.
I stood up head in hand, drenched in wine. John stood up and started laughing as he helped wipe off wine on my chest.
“It's not funny John!” I snapped.
He replied, “Oh! but it is. And you have the pleasure from seeing it at a different perspective.”
I shoved the simpering John, but I could not help myself to laugh with him.
Soon after I changed my shirt we went back to the fireplace, in our chairs, and continued what we had before. I had my head in my lap taking in the pipe. On occasion I would inhale the smoke and a smoke ring would fly out of my throat.
I turned my head to John, “I don't think I could get use to this, but I guess I can tolerate it.”
John finished his wine, “I say the same thing.”
He stood up and proceeded to leave, “I am leaving. I will be here tomorrow.”
I leaned my shoulders back and placed my hand on my crown, “As always.”
I rested my eyes as my hand scratched my scalp. My exposed neck puffed another smoke ring. I spent the next hours watching the fire die, before I went to bed. The whole time with my head in my lap.
Next: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1847362/
CH1: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1711976/
CH2: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1765569/
Category Story / Fantasy
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 50 x 50px
File Size 79.5 kB
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