Crystal Balls
By Bill Rogers and Steve Mueller
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Thirty-year-old Roger marks time by the gradual shifting of sunlight and shadows outside his Toronto high-rise apartment. As a freelance columnist, he makes about as much money as a twelve-year-old with a lawn-mowing business. With all his hopes riding on the novel he started eight years ago, Roger is clearly not in a hurry to do anything except dodge lifes ups and downs as much as he can.
While nurturing a crush on the cute girl at the local coffee shop, Roger notices a leaflet on the table advertising a psychic demonstration. Intrigued, he bribes three caffeine-loving buddies to accompany him to the show featuring Anya Dreamchaser, psychic extraordinaire. Anya turns out to be a fake, but the real surprise comes when Rogers friend Karl begins displaying his own shockingly accurate psychic abilities. As the friends come to terms with what they have witnessed, they each embark on bizarre personal journeys of enlightenment that take one of them straight into a weird New Age cult and another into a confrontation with a maniacal Scottish churchman.
Crystal Balls is a comic tale about the adventuresand misadventuresof four friends who unwittingly change their lives forever after making the fateful decision to step out of their ordinary lives into an extraordinary psychic world.
Bill Rogers
Bill Rogers wrote ten earlier crime fiction novels featuring DCI Tom Caton and his team, set in and around Manchester. The first of these, The Cleansing, was shortlisted for the Long Barn Books Debut Novel Award, and was awarded the e-Publishing Consortium Writers Award 2011. The Pick, The Spade and The Crow was the first in a spin-off series featuring Senior Investigator Joanne Stuart, on secondment to the Behavioural Sciences Unit at the National Crime Agency, located on Salford Quays, Manchester. Formerly a teacher and schools inspector, Bill has four generations of Metropolitan Police behind him. He is married with two adult children and lives near Manchester.
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Crystal Balls - Bill Rogers
Crystal
Balls
"THERE IS A FABRIC TO THE UNIVERSE,
AND SOMETIMES YOU GET CAUGHT ON A LOOSE THREAD."
Bill Rogers • Steve Mueller
iUniverse, Inc.
Bloomington
CRYSTAL BALLS
C
opyright © 2013 Bill Rogers
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ISBN: 978-1-4759-7239-9 (hc)
ISBN: 978-1-4759-7238-2 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-4759-7240-5 (e)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2013901010
iUniverse rev. date: 2/19/2013
CONTENTS
Chapter 1 Getting Out There
Chapter 2 Enter the Labyrinth
Chapter 3 The Showstopper
Chapter 4 Deep Thoughts
Chapter 5 Trajectories
Chapter 6 Crystal Ball
Chapter 7 This Is My Church
Chapter 8 Loose Threads
Chapter 9 Hell’s Tartan
Chapter 10 Best Friends Forever
Chapter 11 Looking Back
Chapter 12 Chariots of the Gods
Chapter 13 Chance Meetings
Chapter 14 The Visionary
Chapter 15 Convergences
Chapter 16 Ridin’ the Thread
Chapter 17 The Fabric of the Universe
Chapter 18 Mugs and Bottles
for Shirley
Special thanks to Bobby Rotenberg for invaluable guidance with the writing process, and of course to my late collaborator Steve Mueller.
CHAPTER 1
Getting Out There
The coffee mug on Roger’s desk cast a shadow sideways, and it gave him an uneasy feeling in his gut. When he sat down this morning to write his column for the newspaper, the sun was coming through the front window, so the shadow pointed straight at him. Now, after a day of solitary work, punctuated only by expeditions to the kitchen or bathroom, the sun was shining in from the side balcony. That was how he marked time—the gradual shifting of sunlight and shadows. The rest of the world was out there leading normal lives, going to normal jobs, with people and clocks and subway whistles. And here he was, working alone and living alone. The feeling of isolation washed over him like a tidal wave of garbage water. He didn’t want to end up like one of those psychos who went naked up the bell tower with an assault rifle and was described later on the six o’clock news as "quiet, kept to himself."
He took the mug into the kitchen. The dried mudflat of coffee at the bottom required an extra swash with the soapy sponge. The hot water felt good on his hands. He put the mug on the dish rack and went out to the balcony for some air. It was an ordinary April afternoon, or so it seemed.
From the tenth floor, he could see the horizon to the west. To the south, he saw the skyscrapers of downtown Toronto and the oceanic lake beyond. Below, on the sidewalk, he noticed something typical of this upscale yet hip neighborhood known as The Annex: a middle-aged mother in a psychedelic dress and Birkenstocks pushing an eight-hundred-dollar baby stroller. Her breasts probably produced foamed milk for baby lattes.
He couldn’t afford any of that on the money he was making as a freelance writer. This concerned him. He was thirty, but compared to his friends, he wasn’t doing much better than a twelve-year-old with a lawn-mowing business. His hopes were riding on the novel he was working on. It had been eight years since he started it. He didn’t believe in rushing things.
He sighed and gazed toward the sun. It glinted off his blond hair. He was dressed in his usual outfit: a button-down shirt, jeans, and a tweed blazer. Checking his watch, he thanked God the time had finally come to go meet three of his buddies at The Labyrinth, a nearby coffee shop whose pointy Victorian roof was visible in the distance.
He took the elevator down and emerged onto the sidewalk, where he walked west into what would soon become a spectacular orange-and-red sunset. His anxiety about the isolation of the writer’s life suddenly shifted to a niggling worry about crowds. Would he and his three buddies find a table at The Labyrinth? It was a popular place, especially on a Friday afternoon. It was one of a kind, not part of a big chain. You could get fancy and exotic coffees there.
He told himself to stop worrying. He focused on a pleasant thought—Sarah, the lovely red-haired waitress who was The Labyrinth’s biggest attraction for him. He’d had a crush on her for months, but he remained reluctant to ask her out. The advice of his high school teacher still haunted him: "Wait until you’re somebody before you think about getting married." His current career situation didn’t make him feel very eligible.
If only life were as malleable as words, he thought. When he was writing, he could control events and people. He was captain of a ship in fair weather. But when he left the safety of his computer, he was in a storm at sea—a cabin boy on a garbage scow stuck in the Bermuda Triangle. Still, no matter how frustrating life could be, he was determined to fight for control against the currents and swells.
The route to The Labyrinth cut through a park. The leaves were starting to turn the trees green, and purple crocuses glowed in the afternoon light. The sweet scent of blossoms was in the air. As Roger followed the path, he noticed a noise coming from behind. It sounded like a squeaky wheel. He also heard a man talking, apparently to himself, in a gruff and peculiar voice.
Roger peered back over his shoulder and saw him—a weird hobo pushing a rusted shopping cart, which appeared to be his sole companion on this earth. It was filled with unidentifiable stuff. What looked like rotten lettuce leaves dangling from a hole in the bottom might have actually been the corner of a blanket that had seen better days. He wore a battered overcoat. It was filthy and torn, and at one particular area on its front, it looked as if someone had set a fire there and then put that fire out with Dijon mustard. His pants weren’t pants at all, but old pajama bottoms. They were not clean, nor were they fully intact. His shoes were battered leather clodhoppers the size of rowboats. His face was carved into a semitoothless grin. His head was crowned with a makeshift aluminum-foil hat.
The words coming out of his mouth seemed like gibberish: Brewed, brewed in a cat’s butt,
he sputtered. The guy has a big meaning-of-life secret. Oh, the girl with the walnut eyes.
Roger tried not to listen, but the soliloquy cut through the air with strange clarity. The fake clairvoyant is made real, and the suits take journeys. One will un-Jesus his church and have a Scottish demon foisted upon him. Another will eat magic. The spirit guide is the worm … or the madman? The fabric brings all threads together.
The hobo drew nearer. He seemed to be looking right at Roger. It was frightening. Roger quickened his pace. The hobo sped up too. Roger began to sweat. He turned toward the park gate, walking faster and faster until he emerged onto the sidewalk. He glanced back and breathed a sigh of relief—the hobo had stayed on the park path and soon vanished out of sight.
Roger wiped the sweat off his brow. His beloved coffee shop came into view—an old brick building that had once been a stately private home. A green oval wooden sign hung out over the sidewalk with The Labyrinth
painted on it in white letters. It was one of the busiest corners of The Annex where, as was typical, a treed residential street ran headlong into a commercial thoroughfare. It was full of students, writers, and the lords and ladies of expensive real estate. Roger smiled.
CHAPTER 2
Enter the Labyrinth
At the entrance to The Labyrinth, several boys, about ten years old or so, were playing, laughing, and spraying cans of Silly String at each other. Silly String! Roger hadn’t seen it in years. Mounds of the multicolored stuff had accumulated at the threshold. He stepped through it and into the coffee shop.
Surveying the room, he saw that it was just as he’d feared—the place was packed, all abustle with customers and servers. The din of many separate and animated conversations converged into a caffeine-charged fugue of human voices. It hit Roger like a tidal wave, and although it jarred