DeeLerious
04-21-2005, 11:47 PM
Summary: Charlie, now a widower, grapples with raising a psychic son, whose visions lead the brothers into a tangled web.
Daddy!” the eleven year old yelled at his father, who worked on some equations. Out of desperation, he got a pen put an X over his dad’s work.
“What are you doing?” Charlie glared at his son, who had been named after Alan. Everyone called him A.J.
“I had one of my dreams.”
The mathematician wanted to call his wife for help, but then sadly remembered that she had died.
“It’s about some girl,…she lives in the basement, she has nothing to eat. All I can see is her crying and saying stuff in another language.” The boy’s eyes, which were the same color as Charlie’s dulled in sadness.
The mathematician gently hugged his son, and stroked his head.
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“What’s going on?” Alan asked as he joined them in the living room. The boy was a rather loud talker.
“AJ had one of his dreams” Charlie said.
“Some little girl is stuck in a basement crying in another language” the boy explained “We should call Uncle Don.”
“What you saw could be taking place in the past present or future, and anywhere.” Charlie pointed out.
“I’ve heard of cases of kids from abroad being brought here to work like animals” Alan remembered. “It couldn’t hurt to talk to Uncle Don”
Soon, the boy called his uncle, who promised to look into it.
“Since there is not much else you can do, why don’t you go back to bed?” Alan suggested.
“I’m not sleepy” the boy complained. He had his dad’s tendencies for insomnia, plus he was afraid that the dream would repeat itself.
“I’ll warm up some milk.” Alan got up.
TBC
Daddy!” the eleven year old yelled at his father, who worked on some equations. Out of desperation, he got a pen put an X over his dad’s work.
“What are you doing?” Charlie glared at his son, who had been named after Alan. Everyone called him A.J.
“I had one of my dreams.”
The mathematician wanted to call his wife for help, but then sadly remembered that she had died.
“It’s about some girl,…she lives in the basement, she has nothing to eat. All I can see is her crying and saying stuff in another language.” The boy’s eyes, which were the same color as Charlie’s dulled in sadness.
The mathematician gently hugged his son, and stroked his head.
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“What’s going on?” Alan asked as he joined them in the living room. The boy was a rather loud talker.
“AJ had one of his dreams” Charlie said.
“Some little girl is stuck in a basement crying in another language” the boy explained “We should call Uncle Don.”
“What you saw could be taking place in the past present or future, and anywhere.” Charlie pointed out.
“I’ve heard of cases of kids from abroad being brought here to work like animals” Alan remembered. “It couldn’t hurt to talk to Uncle Don”
Soon, the boy called his uncle, who promised to look into it.
“Since there is not much else you can do, why don’t you go back to bed?” Alan suggested.
“I’m not sleepy” the boy complained. He had his dad’s tendencies for insomnia, plus he was afraid that the dream would repeat itself.
“I’ll warm up some milk.” Alan got up.
TBC