Well I was write, write writing today as usual, and I'm having fun reaching a particularly exiting scene in my book. And plot threads are coming together too. (As in different things from parts of the story are aligning so that its like ah-hah! Today I also realized that water is wet. I learned this while I was drinking. I share factoids I learn like this one because of those "The more you know" ads, figure I would contribute to the general knowledge of the world. Anyway, onto the flash fiction!
Everyone Can Read Minds
Do you know why all “psychics” in
the public eye are supposedly frauds? Well, all(or at least most) of the real ones are too
busy working for the government, and I'm one of them. Today I
probably interrogated my thousandth terrorist. Granted I'm not sure
if they use magic, or special psychic powers or whatever. I don't and
neither do any of the ones I know. I use the same mind reading powers
that you have except I'm much better at it.
I wonder how many of you were baffled
at the fact that I said you had mind reading powers. Everyone does.
Think of smiling. Your brain decodes that they're happy. Tah-dah! You
just read their mind! After all they didn't tell you they were happy
did they? I do that except I am much better than any of you at it,
probably thousands of time better, able to detect every expression on
the face. I detect every twitch and process every gesture over the
person's body.
I also can dissect someone's word's
just like you and the tone of their voice and even the spaces between
their breaths. Once again though I do this much better than you do.
So much so I do it scientifically but still just as quickly, sort of
like a mathematician crunching numbers at incredible speeds.
I can deduce information in the
craziest ways that you wouldn't believe based on your own
experiences. For example one time I was working to interrogate an
enemy agent. I was outside the room watching with cameras from
multiple angles. We let him wait alone in a cell for five hours alone
and I watched him every minute of it. I was used to doing that. From
his expressions as he paced about, sat down and fidgeted I managed to
figure out he was worried for family, was merely an employed agent
and had never killed within his career. It's a complicated science of
how I figured that out from just his actions, something I could write
several books on, and it's taken me twenty years to figure out my
craft to that level.
You don't believe that I could deduce
so much? Think of it this way, have you ever gotten a bad vibe about
someone and turned out to be right. The person looked nice, they had
a nice face, kept themselves tidy wore nice clothes but you couldn't
just shake a bad feeling? You were reading the same subtle movements
I was to find their darker nature in just their littlest movements
and expressions even if you were doing it subconsciously. I was doing
the same thing on a much higher level with that man. Now you could
be wrong and I have been wrong too. With that man I figured out his
nature, the way that man moved he moved as a man that missed his
family, was paid to work as an agent and had never killed. That is
how my deduction worked. I used the same deduction that you use when
you get that creepy vibe from that stranger that just walked into the
party.
Today I decided to use my craft on
someone besides a criminal. Something I normally never do out of a
sort of “honor code” of mind. I even have come up with tricks to
try to do it, like when people talk to me I look at an object
slightly to the left of them so I don't subconsciously read their
intentions. Even if they don't realize it I'm giving them privacy. My wife knows I do this and I do look to the left of her
just like everyone else. But not today.
When I came home I looked her in the
eyes.
She immediately said to me. “Why are
you making eye contact? Is there something you don't trust me about? It's ridiculous for you to even think that!”
I sighed then said to her, “I know
we've been married a long time, fifteen years in fact.”
She then yelled at me, “Do you think
I'm having an affair?”
I read her mind, “No.” Though I
thought she wasn't haven't an affair before she isn't the kind of
woman to do that. “What I'm asking is...” I took a deep breath.
“Do you still love me?”
She then yelled at me, “Of course I
do!”
My heart sank. She didn't. She no
longer loved me. On our wedding day she loved me with all her heart,
but not now. I had been afraid to ask her the question if she loved
me throughout our entire marriage after our first fight. Though
really I've always feared asking that question in relationships ever since my first girlfriend. “No. You no longer love me. You did before, more than
anyone else but not now. Thing about my ability is I can realize
things that the person doesn't know. And I think over time our love
has worn away, year by year.”
She began to cry. “You're right.”
Still sobbing she then said, “I no longer love you, but you're
still the kindest man I know.” She then dashed to me and hugged me.
This was the same kind of hug she gave me on the day I met her, when
I used my abilities to figure out a man was going to mug and kill her
and I stopped him. It was a thank you hug for saving her life.
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