Previously, on Trifextra Week 63:
I just wanted to clarify something for everybody who read and commented on my previous Trifextra #63 entry. Some of the comments for that post were very kind reassurances that someday the Chicago Cubs will win the World Series (someday). While I’m sure that based on pure probability that anything in an Infinite universe is theoretically possible and will in fact happen, I don’t have any personal need to see such an event occur.
See I’m a die hard White Sox fan. Have been for virtually all 29 years of life on planet Earth. I have no interest, personally, in the Cubs winning it all. However, for a select few people out there, such as my father who hasn’t even seen them reach the World Series, a small small small part of me hopes it happens for them. And if it happens and both me and my dad are still around, I will certainly shed a tear for him and buy him a victory cigar. But until then, Wait Till Next Year… 🙂 Ok… On with the show!
1a : a phenomenon of light (as red, brown, pink, or gray) or visual perception that enables one to differentiate otherwise identical objects
b (1) : the aspect of the appearance of objects and light sources that may be described in terms of hue, lightness, and saturation for objects and hue, brightness, and saturation for light sources (2) : a color other than and as contrasted with black, white, or gray
2a : an outward often deceptive show : appearance <his story has the color of truth>
b : a legal claim to or appearance of a right, authority, or office
c : a pretense offered as justification : pretext <she could have drawn from the Versailles treaty the color of legality for any action she chose — Yale Review>
d : an appearance of authenticity : plausibility <lending colorto this notion>
3: complexion tint:
a: the tint characteristic of good health
Cold, rough hands gently applied the last of the cream to the final bare patch of unblemished skin on Harry’s face.
If this doesn’t work, I’m done for.
Satisfied with his careful work, he slowly put the empty, flattened tube into the nondescript, brown box that it was delivered in. The only instructions, written on the outside of the tube, told him that he must use as much of the cream as possible and to leave it on the affected area for exactly 5 minutes and 42 seconds.
If it does work…
After the allotted time had elapsed, the cream had solidified and formed into a solid, yet breathable mask under which the transformation could take place. Clumsy and rigid fingers grasped the bottom of the mask, and with slow yet gentle pressure, peeled upwards.
…no one will be safe.
The final portion peeled off of his forehead, emitting a sound similar to that of a squished tomato, and Harry opened his eyes.
The purple and blue hue that previously had spread across his face after his strangulation had vanished. Harry’s complexion now resembled the color of a man at peak human health.
An inmate at the State Prison, Harry had just been strangled in a shower stall 2 days prior. As his soul travelled downward, spiraling in a pitch black void towards an uncomfortable heat swelling upwards to embrace him, a voice beamed into his essence and said: “Do you want to go back?” Harry listened. He accepted. The voice replied: “Wait. I’ll come for you.”
The officer on duty who inspected the nondescript, brown package delivered earlier that day never could have known it contained more than just a plain white tube. It also contained the demonic carrier that entered silently into his soul and possessed him.
The possessed officer walked into the morgue, locked the door and unzipped the bag containing the late Harry. He applied the cream as instructed.
Harry was reborn.
Time to go have some fun…