In early 2001 we went to DisneyWorld in Florida. Kristen was 9 years old at the time. One day, she and I were sitting near the lake at Epcot when we conjured up (what we thought was) a great story plot. We thought of several titles as well, one being “Me, Myself, and I”. It is now almost 12 years later, and after years of pondering how to (or who will) write this plot down, I am taking a stab at it. I am sure Kristen can do a much better job writing this story (and she may still…) but, here is my micro version of it…..enjoy.
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One day many years ago, three babies were born at nearly the same instant. Different towns, different states.
As children, mysterious bruises, cuts, and broken bones would occur in two of these children.
No one could figure out how this happened…a true mystery.
These three people grew up and chose different paths in life. One became a law enforcement officer, one a college professor, and one a murderer.
As luck may have it, the law enforcement officer was assigned to the most difficult case of their career. To find the ruthless murderer.
The officer followed the leads, spent years tracking, and finally was in the right place at the right time.
The murderer and officer stood face-to-face.
“Stop, put the knife down and put your hands behind your head”
The murderer did as told, but, as the murderer was putting down the knife they lunged at the officer…..who shot to kill.
The officer, the murderer, and professor, who was in the middle of teaching a class on the theoretical aspects of teleportation….all died.
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Copyright January 6, 2013 by Mike “TracyReaderDad” Pihlman, and Kristen Pihlman. This is fiction, I think.
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