Wednesday, September 26, 2018

"The Healer" a short story by Craig Zimmerman

Dr. Ernest Caldwell sat in a rocker on his porch and stared out at the foothills. In a few months, they would be covered with snow but right now they were lush and green. 

His wife Mary soon joined him. Sensing his mood, she asked what was wrong. Ernest looked at distant Mount Rainier before he answered. "It's the Wilson boy. He has cancer and there's nothing I can do."  "Why don't you go for a walk Ernest. That always helps after a hard day." she suggested. he nodded and headed for the woods at the edge of their property.

It was a beautiful Fall day and Ernest could feel a chill in the air. Snow would be coming soon enough he thought. After walking for about an hour, he spotted something on the trail. As he got closer, he saw that it was a mechanical device of some kind. 

The device was about half the size of a cigar box with a glass screen. Ernest examined the device in detail. He had never seen anything like it and immediately sensed that it was far beyond anything from his time.

Ernest tapped the glass screen with his finger and the words "diagnosis" and "evaluation" appeared. As an experiment, Earnest pointed the device at his hand. "Rheumatoid Arthritis." A few moments later, the screen said "For treatment, point to affected area." 

Ernest pointed the top of the device at the swollen knuckles of his left hand and the words "Treatment Initializing" appeared on the screen. The pain that he had lived with for so long was gone and the knuckles had returned to normal size. The words "Treatment Complete" eventually appeared on the screen.

Ernest tried to stay calm as the enormous implications of his find became clearer. Could the device cure anything? and where did it come from? He had to do more tests.

For the  next two weeks, Ernest tested the device of farm animals. Each time it cured the ailment without any side effects. The Wilson boy had never left his mind, but he debated with himself for days whether he should use the device on the child.

Finally, Ernest got word that the boy was very ill and  he decided to go ahead and use the device. When Ernest got to the Wilson  farm, the boy was near death. With a shaking hand, he pointed the device at the boy. The diagnosis was: "Osteosarcoma." The treatment phase took several minutes, but at the end Ernest could see a vast improvement in the boy and after an examination, he could find no sign of cancer.

The boy's parents considered him to be a miracle worker and word got around the community of what had happened. Soon dozens of seriously ill and injured people were showing up at his office. Ernest was cautious about using the device, but he found out that the device apparently had few to no  limits on the diseases and injuries it could treat.

After much thought, and discussion with Mary, Ernest decided that he had to turn over  the healing machine  to the government. The trip to the state capitol in Olympia would take several days and as he was preparing his wife Mary told him he had a visitor. 

The visitor was a tall man in odd clothing who identified himself as Doctor Jones. "I believe you have something that belongs to me." Jones said in a deep voice. Ernest hesitated, "I don't know what you're talking about."  Jones smiled "The healing device is mine."

"I know that you probably have many questions, Jones began, "but I can only tell you that you were part of a larger experiment to test the healing device."  Ernest grew angry. "You mean to tell me that you used me and the people I treated to test this machine? What if something had gone wrong and I hurt or killed someone with it?"

Jones smile went away. "The healing device had already been extensively tested before I arranged for you to find it." Ernest grew angrier  "Who are you and where do you come from?" he asked the tall stranger. "You may find this hard to believe, but I come from a distant planet. We often use humans as subjects for our experiments because our species are biologically similar." Dr. Jones replied with a smile. 

Ernest took the healing device from his pocket, dropped it on the ground, and crushed it with his boot.



















Thursday, September 13, 2018

"Snowball" a short story by Craig Zimmerman

It was the first big snowfall of the season and Mike and Brad eagerly went outside to play. At firs they built a snowman, but they both got bored and decided on something a little more dangerous.

On a slight rise above the main road, Mike rolled a dense snowball and tossed it at big Chevy Impala. Mike's snowball made a direct hit on the driver's side door. The driver slowed down a little, but didn't stop. 

Brad tried his luck on a new Camaro and hit the rear fender. This time the driver did stop and exited the car carrying a baseball bat.The driver was a big man and he headed straight towards them cursing and yelling.

Mike and Brad took off for the woods with the big man in pursuit. They tried to lose him, but it was no use. Hidden behind trees, both Mike and Brad heard the big man hitting nearby trees with his baseball bat.

Mike looked over at Brad and made a motion of making a snowball with his hands. Brad nodded and began forming one.

When they were both finished, Mike nodded again and they both stood up and tossed their missiles at the stranger. Both snowballs hit their mark and Brad and Mike made it to their homes just in time for "Wild Wild West."








Monday, September 10, 2018

"The Drive-in" A short story by Craig Zimmerman

At first the idea of taking the scenic route cross-country seemed exciting and adventurous, but now Alex was weary of corn fields  and  longed for a freeway.

According to the GPS, Alex was now in Nebraska. He plotted a course to Omaha and then started  looking for a  place where  he could get some dinner.

In the middle of nowhere, he spotted a country store and pulled into the gravel parking lot. The store appeared to be empty, but Alex spotted a lunch counter and took a seat.

After waiting a few minutes, Alex called out. Eventually, an old man lumbered in. "Can I help you?" he asked. Alex studied the menu on the wall behind the counter and asked for a cheese burger and a Coke. The old man smiled and went back to the kitchen.

While the old man was gone, Alex looked around. The store appeared as if no one had visited it in years. Through a dirty window, Alex spotted something in the distance. It turned out to be an old drive-in movie theater long since abandoned.

The cheese burger was surprisingly good and Alex felt himself getting sleepy. The next thing he knew was waking up in his car.It was  almost dark and Alex realized that he was now parked in the drive-in theater that he noticed from the store. An old movie was playing on the screen.

Alex left the car and began exploring. He quickly discovered that an electric fence surrounded the drive-in.  Suddenly the light to the snack bar flicked on and Alex walked over to it. A meal was sitting on the counter, but there was no sign of the old man or anyone else.

While eating his dinner, Alex tried to think of a reason why the old man would keep him here. For a moment, he imagined what the drive-in was like when it was occupied by families and teenagers. Maybe the old man  just wanted an audience one more time.

For the first few weeks, Alex tried to find a way out, but eventually settled into a routine of sleeping during the day and watching movies at night.

It wasn't such a bad life once you got used to it.