Be Forewarned, I am a Fey and Quixotic Creative Writer

Be Forewarned, I am a Fey and Quixotic Creative Writer
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Monday, June 1, 2015

The Mystery of the Pesto Noodle

About four days ago I had pesto noodles for supper.  Yesterday, I cleaned the table and put fresh place mats on.  When I was clearing the table after the meal, I noticed a moist pesto noodle on the place mat.  How did a fresh pesto noodle from three days ago get on the place mat? I was entertaining my son and his wife yesterday.

It is interesting to note that a few nights back, the night of the pesto meal, while falling asleep I saw a phosphene of a gun shooting.  (May 29-30) I awoke during the night to a succession of click noises and I went back to sleep.  Perhaps, my consciousness went back to sleep, and my body went elsewhere.  In this fantasy my body was put in the back of a pickup truck.

Perhaps, by the time the pickup got to its destination, my body was no longer there on the flatbed.  I had looped back in time, as it is not my time to die.  So, somehow the noodle from the other night deposited itself on last night's place mat.  Why?  How?

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