Fantasy fiction; Science fiction; Subconsciousness -- Fiction
The officer shook his head and grinned nastily at the sudden flash of
fear in Marc's eyes. Had he known, however, the cause of Marc's fear,
he might have been less flattered by it. Behind him a steel framed
folding chair was floating swiftly upward, poising itself carefully
over his head.
"No!" Marc yelled. "No!"
"It's nothing to get hysterical about," the cop laughed. "We'll treat
you right...."
Marc started to yell again but his words were drowned out as the wooden
bottom of the chair splintered noisily over the policeman's head. A
moment later the policeman tumbled to the floor, rolled over once, and
then began to slither weirdly, feet first, toward the darkness beyond a
nearby screen of drapes.
"No, George!" Marc yelled. "Don't drag him away! Get him some water!"
George's voice echoed back from the vicinity of the policeman's ankles.
"I guess I turned up just in time, eh?"
* * * * *
Marc rattled off a list of words that will never be found in any
dictionary. Then he started forward. It was a mistake that, in his
anger, he leaped. His foot became ensnared in the wreckage of the
shattered chair, and he shot head-first into space. He came down
heavily against the floor, rolled partly over on his back, grinned
foolishly, and lay still.
It was precisely at this moment that Julie drew abreast of the
struggling redhead out on the stage.
"I'll lay you out so stiff," she grated, "people will think you're a
pool cue!"
She reached out a slender, red-taloned hand and clutched a handful of
grey chiffon. There was a sudden ripping sound, and then it happened.
The redhead, dress and all, instantly vanished into thin air. Julie
drew back with a startled cry.
The explanation of Toffee's disappearance was simple. Since she
was projected into the world of reality only through Marc's full
consciousness, the blow that had temporarily put an end to Marc's
activities had simultaneously snuffed out Toffee's earthly existence.
To the audience, though, it was a matter of even greater simplicity.
The vanishing girl was merely an excellent stage effect, excellently
executed, and they applauded it with bountiful enthusiasm. They were
still applauding when the curtain swung together to hide the confusion
that followed.
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