Bicycle Knowledge And Mystical Predictions

Snow blankets loitered around, following the latest winter storm’s frozen flakes outdoor interior occupation mission, designing a picture postcard dreamlike fantasy setting. Inspecting her land Madame Star surveyed the work athletically toned adolescents performed earlier while law enforcement exchanged scribble filled notebooks trying to figure out what happened when tragic events removed Washington Daily, a well-known figure headlining filmmaking activities. Paying the Richard Nixon Vietnam era youth a nice wage, gambling they will put it back in the system by entertaining the arcade game teases, down at the recreational center, Madame Star pondered the mysterious event, taking a hard reflective moment, seeking answers, drafting her Underwood typewriter for answers.

“Washington Daily is actually dead,” reality started taking control and letting her imagination go wild, “Elmo, be a Saint, start a fire.”

“What’s wrong? My love,” her husband of many years responded.

“Apparently, Washington Daily folded up and collapsed, no reason for the passing,”

“Competition,” Elmo offered a suggestion, “that is what is going to under mind this country., winning no matter what it takes,”

“Elmo,” Madame Star retaliated as Elmo poked the log in its special area, “competition bred better products, a stronger atmosphere.”

“And hatred, my dear,” Elmo stood away feeling a cool breeze counteract the heat, “angry frustration, two things that will lead a man to his demise.”

“A woman’s,” Elmo heard the keystroke pluck.

“Can’t we get along and make a better world,” Elmo quietly continued, not hearing anything since Madame Star found herself immersed in writing.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, Elmo proceeded towards opening it, revealing a young girl dependent on bicycle transportation.

“Does the astrologer Madame Star live here?” The child inquired.

“Well,” Elmo paused, “yes, are you looking for something? In the future?”

“From Madame Star,” she confidently stated, “not you Saint Elmo.”

“Who is at the door? Elmo,” an invisible voice resonated.

“Wegan,” the girl started, “Roberta Wegan.”

“Okay Miss Wegan,” Elmo greeted, “a Miss Roberta Wegan, would like to talk to you, Madame Star.”

“Oh, Elmo, send her here, into the study,”

A few minutes later Roberta strutted distracted by the blaze, “furnace keeps you warm I see,” the youngster took a seat, arms planted on the chair’s rest.

“It does,” Madame Star answered, “what can I do for you?”

“Well,” Roberta explained seeing Madame Star concentrate, wanting the Hemingway writing model instrument to send a message, “I am in the funny love story, shot locally, and you know unlike horror genre, nobody gets hurt in a romantic comedy.”

“I did not know that” Madame Star peered up, seeing the newspaper delivery bicycle knowledge being presented

“That was of course before yesterday when Washington Daily shut down his operation,”

“Sad, isn’t it?” Madame Star commentated.

“I do not know what happened,” Roberta honestly reported, “he came out of the trailer and dropped like a television show not getting good ratings.”

“I see,” Madame Star listened intently, “but what can I do for you?”

“I want you to see what my life will hold,”

Taking a harder look at the typographical errors, plaguing the paper, engulfed with white out, trapped behind the rollers allowing Madame Star to see visions, “you have great opportunities, wearing roller skates, selling green pea soup, with the advertising line, if you are possessed.”

Hearing crackling sound effects, Roberta graciously informed, “green soup, huh, Washington Daily’s character bought me that catered lunch item during the Boogie Down roller skating rink scene.”

“That is very interesting,” Roberta stood up, “I guess you see scripts before they are completed, I am going to call my agent.”

Casually, bidding adieu leaving the paid conversation, Madame Star monitored the child actor and once out of ear shot, she mentioned to Elmo, “should I have told the innocent talent there would be numerous satirical comedic jokes made about her Boogie Down Skating Ring green pea soup experience?”

Going over picking up the metal device Elmo disturb the logs, “you are such a Saint Elmo keeping that fire going,” Madame Star returned to finish fictional accounts claiming to be tomorrow’s supernatural satanic dailies.