New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction; Psychic ability -- Fiction; Science fiction; Short stories; World War, 1939-1945 -- Fiction
For a minute I couldn’t think of anything to say. I’ve juggled with
weird things like that for years--but strictly on paper, you
understand. Now, meeting one in real life gave me a creepy feeling.
Because Porky was telling me the truth. I wouldn’t doubt it. He was
plainly about frightened out of his wits.
“You say you can do this any time you like?” I said at last.
“Sure I can. That’s just the trouble--sometimes it’s almost
involuntarily, if I’m dozing, half asleep for instance, I just seem
suddenly to slip into it. I got into a nasty jam just last night.”
He waited for me to ask him, what? But I just stared at him.
* * * * *
“Seems a man and his wife were having a big argument--the room over me
in my boarding house,” he went on. “I could hear them. I don’t know
what possessed me but all of a sudden I decided to take the wife’s
part. So I did. She was a little woman, but when my--my personality got
control of her--she’d always been meek, see? Afraid of the big bruiser,
see? Well, anyway, it seems I changed all that in a hurry--” Porky
smiled weakly. “Sort of hard to explain--”
“I get what you mean. Go on.”
“Well, the little woman took a few socks at him which surprised him--”
“I should think it might,” I commented.
“And just as he was socking back at her--”
“You withdrew?”
“Yes--yes I did. And that’s what worries me too, Ray. Not just for
myself--this damned thing, see? It can work injustice to other
people--”
“Easily,” I agreed. “That henpecked husband getting home drunk, for
instance.”
“That’s what I mean.” He was still gripping my arm and his hands were
shaking. “Ray, listen--a fellow oughtn’t to be able to do a thing like
this. It’s not normal, is it?”
“No,” I admitted. “No--certainly not exactly normal. But you’re not
sick, Porky? Nothing seems to be the matter with you--except this, of
course?”
“No. If I wouldn’t be so scared I guess I’d feel all right.” He
shuddered. “But what am I going to _do_? Want me to show you how the
thing works? It’s easy enough. Let’s look out your window here. You
just pick out anybody--anybody at all--”
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