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Who Are the dopplegangers

Who Are The Doppelgängers? By CpSingleton © 2015 (Part 9)

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It is a well-known scientific fact that supermarkets work on a different set of programme rules compared with most other buildings in the universe. For instance, if a being trapped inside is in a rush to get out the core programme works its hardest to prevent them from leaving. If a customer in a rush can get through the checkouts without standing behind a dithering buffoon who wants to pay for a big shop with a sack full pennies, or the server can’t work the card machine, then they are bound to be obstructed by a slow moving wave of prams or walking frames in a race to see who can get to the exit in the longest possible time.

The latter is where an infuriated Karl and Jess found themselves as they attempted to find their Doppelgängers.

Left and right they desperately attempted to weave: to no avail.

Karl, who normally had the patience of a woodwork teacher a year from retirement, could feel his blood filling up behind his tympanic membranes.

At the point where he envisaged himself lifting a dear, tottering old gentleman and throwing him unceremoniously into the tobacco kiosk he spotted an opening. He swapped the bag he was carrying in his left hand into the right and grabbed for Jess’ free hand. 

In one swift movement that brought relief to his ears they were through and out into a mid-morning shower of rain.

Through the stinking cloud of smokers they swept.

‘That’s our car!’ He shrieked, when he could see agan, pointing to a red convertible mini that was leaving the car park and heading for the petrol station. ‘They’re nicking Vossy!’

‘Karl, calm down,’ Jess hissed, feeling her face heating up at the amount of eyes on them, despite the cold Cumbrian rain that had begun to fall in buckets.

‘Calm down!? They’ve got Vossy!’

‘The car’s still where we bloody parked it,’ she again hissed, before pointing to the Mini across the wet car park.

Karl looked from the identical car leaving the car park to the one still parked, dumbfounded.

‘I swear blind that had the same number plate as ours.’

‘That’s not even possible, love. You’ve been drawn into this twin nonsense. Let’s just grab some petrol and get home. I’m bored with all this now.’

‘But…’

‘Well, you can stay here if you want, but I’m going. This has been a ridiculous morning filled with coincidences and idiots.’ She told him and headed towards Vossy.

‘You calling me an idiot?’ He asked, following.

‘If you carry on standing in the rain, gabbling about Doppelgängers, yes.’

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About Chris42

I am a liar! A maker-uper of stories! If this was the 16 (c) I'd be burned as a witch. Fank goodness it is not, eh?! I have four children: two wonderful girls, a fantastic lad and Leeds United. I have no strict genre. I write children's poetry and stories, to edgy, stronger themes. Up until now I have stored them for my own and my family's viewing. Last year i thought bugger it and starred in several short films. One, Playground, which is on the BBC Film Network, used the monologue that I wrote for the audition. You should've seen the face of the receptionist, of the Manchester hotel, where the audition was being held, as I turned up dressed as the psychopath, Gordon. It got the desired effect! I then moved up to Cumbria and wrote and appeared in several live performances on stage. 2012. A local artist, Kayleigh Richardson, commissioned me to write a poem for her to paint a representation. I sent her, The Rise of the Robot Monkey Army. Kayleigh painted a fantastic piece that blew my mind! From that we are collaborating on the Jacob Bear series of stories. Oh and Two's Company is to published, along with seventeen other Sci Fi short stories as part of a collection. Not a bad start to the, so called, last year of the Earth. Now is the time to show the rest of you. I take my themes wherever i see them, whether in reality or dream-world. I hope you enjoy. If not tell me why. If so tell me why. Many thanks and be safe. So far I have published: Jacob Bear's first Christmas,https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007GK872A (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007GK872A (USA) Jacob Bear Goes to School https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007JD3OKY (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007JD3OKY (USA Jacob's First Words https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007VZWPSC (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007VZWPSC (USA) Space Here https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007H96M90 (UK) &http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007H96M90#reader_B007H96M90 The Rise of the Sponge Cake Moon https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007WWZ16M (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007WWZ16M (USA) © Madstoffa, 2012. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited.

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