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Dissolution
Dissolution
by
David Calvert
introduction, but to reaffirm in my own mind just who the hell I am.
There’s a lot in life that can screw you up good and proper if you’re not
prepared for it, and to my way of thinking you either shrug them off
resignation and if there’s one thing I can’t abide, it’s the fucking
You might be thinking, 'Oh yeah! I bet you’ve had a real hard life,
pal, but not nearly as hard as mine.' Well, be that as it may, I still feel
bound to say that there’s sod all in most men’s lives that can come
anywhere near the bizarre changes that have taken place in mine.
paralysed from the waist down, I would have gone on thinking that
way. The injuries to my heart and back in that near-fatal car crash
did, much to the relief of those who struggled to revive me. I said
Nothing can prepare you for it. There were days when, in the dark of
combusting, there was no way in hell I was going to shuffle off this
was condemned.
entertaining idiotic and irrational notions. We’d had more than our fair
need for children, but this was the mother of 'em all. The fact that we
And she was telling me to be realistic! “Hell will freeze over”, she
assured me, “before I’ll help you.” Old Nick must certainly have been
taken aback when two days later a heavy frost descended over his
domain.
experience grew. Like my own, the majority of such cases were trauma
induced and were of little use to me. Others claimed an innate ability
spirit one needed only the will and desire to achieve it. To say I was
considerations.
between the cool sheets of a bed. Denied even this simple pleasure in
busied herself with her everyday chores. I waited impatiently for the
creature of habit and I knew from experience that this would be her
final task before settling down with a cup of coffee and a magazine.
The house soon fell silent and with every ounce of my imagination
I reached out across the room to the portable TV, focusing my mind on
bomb gone off I wouldn’t have heard it. Then came the indefinable
Believe me, there aren’t any words to express how I felt at that
moment. ‘Totally freaked’ is about the best I can come up with. It must
have taken several minutes just to calm my shaken nerves. Having
situation. The question was how? How could I be certain that it was
evidence was needed if I was to overcome not only my own doubts but
Suddenly the phone rang downstairs and I heard Monique lift the
out my condition and at the same time hopefully acquire some hard
evidence to boot.
The move was easy; I simply thought about it and was there,
agitated and there was a familiar edge to her voice. “Damn it, Roger!”
She was almost hissing the words down the phone. “Do you think it’s
any easier for me? I need time. It won’t be easy telling him about us,
especially now.” There was a brief silence then, “Okay, eight o’clock.
I’ll think of some excuse to get out the house.” With that, she hung up
the receiver.
What I wouldn’t have given right then and there to lay my hands
on her scrawny throat and squeeze the life out of the treacherous bitch
and this Roger, whoever he was. One way or another, she was going to
galloping through the dead of midnight would have been hard put not
to see that it had scant chance of surviving. From the very outset it
had been volatile and unpredictable. Now that sex and children were
attitude softening towards her. Then came the lie, the fictional bullshit
that hardened my resolve for revenge. A ‘sick friend’ was the excuse
she used to get out of the house. Jesus! She couldn’t even bother her
soon enough, but first I had to see for myself just who this Roger was.
The car’s digital clock showed 20.00h. It had taken only fifteen
arrive, unseen, at her side. She had already pulled into a deserted side
road and as a second car drew up behind, her welcoming smile left me
in little doubt that the stranger stepping from it was her lover, Roger.
She embraced him with a passion that I had not seen in many a year.
was the type of guy you’d expect to see on the cover of some glossy
motor and sartorial elegance. To me, however, he was little more than
a pretentious prick with too much money. She couldn’t have picked a
spectacle, more determined than ever that they would pay for the hurt
they were causing me. The question was how? How could I, crippled
from the waist down in one form and incapable of physical contact in
out it would have been far better if I’d stayed, because I would have
In the days that followed the tension grew worse and I could see in
and was drifting aimlessly through the night sky when I chanced to
hair cascading down the length of her spine. She was like an angel of
her as anything else. But this was no angel I was dealing with and I
silvery mist extended down connecting her bodies, one to the other. I
had learned that this silver cord was capable of infinite extension and
umbilical, that would warn of any danger to her material self and
expunge the niggling doubt that she had perhaps always been capable
of voluntary projection. Reassuringly, the fact that the cord was visible
comfortably familiar with her condition, she would not require a visual
connection to her other self. Like a child with its comforter she felt safe
was aware from my studies that several other planes of existence were
and those travelling in astral form. I personally had yet to visit them.
than one.
To the west the rays of a dying sun struck the landscape at an oblique
place that any sane person would actively seek to avoid, and if I hadn’t
Monique.
“’Appropriate?’” I quizzed.
“Look around you. This place is a living hell. Isn’t that what we’ve
made of our lives? It only seems right our dreams should reflect the
same.”
that I can tell you the things that need to be said.” she told me.
“Such as?” I asked, knowing full well what her answer would be.
“I’ve met someone else, and I love him very much.” She looked
With utter contempt I spat the word back at her. “Love! Jesus,
stop deluding yourself and see it for what it really is. It’s the one thing I
can’t give you anymore so you go out and seek it elsewhere, like the
out her words for emphasis. “You think I went out looking for sex
elsewhere because of your accident? Christ, you really are dumb. The
There was no stopping Monique when she was in full flow. She let
Okay! I’ll admit it. There were times when I was inconsiderate.
Who hasn’t been at one time or another? It’s hardly grounds for getting
yourself laid by the first guy who comes your way, and I told her as
much.
“Think what you like.” Her words were barbed and full of venom.
“And neither will Roger.” I assured her. “I’ll see you fucking dead
first!”
The bitch just stood there smirking. I couldn’t believe it! Then she
smugly told me that because this was her dream there was sod all I
you’re dreaming?”
voice. “What else could it be? She suddenly realised what I was
everything that had transpired since her phone call. “How else”, I
There were a few brief seconds there when I thought I had the
know everything,
me immense pleasure to wipe the self-satisfied grin from off her face.
The problem was, any threatening gesture I made towards her would
nothing you can do to prevent my leaving you. Oh! There’s one other
thing.” she began to add, “It might interest you to know that ..."
She never did finish her sentence. I couldn’t believe how easy it
had been to take possession of her soul. But why not? Hadn’t the slut
been easy meat on the Earth plane? The trick now was to prevent her
astral form from returning to its host. This was crucial to my hastily
thought out plan, because lengthy periods of separation from her body
simply, the bitch would die! The plan, of course, was not without its
own personal dangers. Preventing her return meant that I too was
I was never quite the same man after that. In fact, if you could see
me now you’d know just how bloody ironic that statement is. I’ve
her thoughts, dreams and hopes; almost everything that she was has
gone.
I’ve managed to destroy and make pitiful the life of Monique’s former
lover. It still gives me a thrill to recall how he begged and pleaded with
me not to leave him. The stupid sap couldn’t understand how I had
come to loathe him and the touch of his hands on my new body.
It hasn’t been easy adapting to Monique’s form over these last few
months, but it’s had its moments. If I need reminding of just how
beautiful she was I merely look in the mirror, and gratifying my desires
Even now her lover's child makes itself felt within my womb; and I
female, normal in most respects, but for her long silken hair and the
ENDS.