Weola, Kansas by John Argo

= WEOLA, KANSAS =

Dark Fantasy

by John Argo

"Okay." He pictured green forests passing by the car window on the New England Thruway.

"The other thing. You gotta wish them well. Who knows why they are there. At 51st and Broadway they are real. In Weola they are a product of your mind which is busy compensating, collecting, archiving, and processing like a computer."

"All right, already," Sid said.

"Keep your eyes closed. Keep your fingers stiff. Like that."

Sid was amazed. He did seem to be getting a peaceful feeling that gathered like dew in his middle eye, then drifted down his neck and made his spine tingle. Acupressure, he remembered. All sorts of weird and ancient methods. Fields of force.

"All you got to do," Goldberg said, "is think of them as souls in purgatory. Not yours. Theirs. From past lives. You are not only helping yourself. You are liberating them. You are setting them free."

"Ah, this is great," said Sid. He let himself sink into a reverie. Mimi was back. His wife. She waved from the car. She seemed to be nodding. Saying something. Let go, let go, she seemed to be saying. He smiled and waved and blew her a kiss. She blew a kiss back. Then the car was gone. He felt oddly relieved.

"More decaf?" It was Nellie, the waitress.

Sid shook his head. The place was cool, a little dark, and oddly deserted. Elevator music played softly. Outside, the streets baked desertedly in the summer sun. A lone bus labored up the road, was all. Nellie looked a little bored.

There was nobody in front of him. Not even a cup of coffee. "Say!" Munzer shouted. "Where's Goldberg?"

Nellie looked confused. "Who?"

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