Wulfie
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Where the book had originally come from is another story but how it came into Wulfies hands and what mischief it caused, well I’ll try to tell it here.
The book looked like any other dusty old tome and had a bland title of ‘EVERYBODY’S BOOK OF FATE AND FORTUNE’ but embossed into the leatherette cover were runes and the symbol. The title was a fake but what people didn’t realise was that no two readers saw the same content.
Wulfie had had a long day at the Auction, the bike that he wanted was the last Lot of the day, sods law decreed it. The machine was from a museum which in the current climate had been forced to close its doors and thus it’s collection fell under the auctioneers hammer. With it was a tea chest, half full of bits and pieces. The chest had been left at the rear of the Saleroom next to several piles of books, the remaining rubbish from a house-clearance, and a little old lady was having a good rummage, looking for that elusive ‘first edition’ whilst her hubby was waiting to bid on the last Lot of the day. While she poked around, her handbag brushed against the pile nearest the tea chest and the topmost book, the book in question, moved sideways and dropped silently into the chest where it took on the title ‘Motorcycle Engineering’.
Wulfies bike came up and for some strange reason no one bid against him and it was Wulfies maiden bid that got the machine....... and the tea chest.
The following day the bike and chest were duly delivered, the bike going straight into the conservatory whilst the chest was consigned to the shed. As he went to close the shed door Wulfie saw the book. This time the title had reverted back to EVERYBODY’S BOOK OF FATE AND FORTUNE’. He picked up the book and opened it, the words on the pages seemed to blur and move around the page, he closed the book quickly and took a deep breath. Wulfie knew that before the book was opened again, certain things had to be put in place so he took it and locked it safely away in his safe, or so he thought.
Agnetha “Jules, what time did Wulfie say he’d be home”
Juliet “Hmmmmmmmm tomorrow, I think”
Agnetha “Tomorrow........”
Juliet “Hmmmmmmm”
Agnetha “Where did he say he was going”
Juliet “Hmmmmmmm”
Agnetha “Jules Darling.......................... Jules...................................................”
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The book looked like any other dusty old tome and had a bland title of ‘EVERYBODY’S BOOK OF FATE AND FORTUNE’ but embossed into the leatherette cover were runes and the symbol. The title was a fake but what people didn’t realise was that no two readers saw the same content.
Wulfie had had a long day at the Auction, the bike that he wanted was the last Lot of the day, sods law decreed it. The machine was from a museum which in the current climate had been forced to close its doors and thus it’s collection fell under the auctioneers hammer. With it was a tea chest, half full of bits and pieces. The chest had been left at the rear of the Saleroom next to several piles of books, the remaining rubbish from a house-clearance, and a little old lady was having a good rummage, looking for that elusive ‘first edition’ whilst her hubby was waiting to bid on the last Lot of the day. While she poked around, her handbag brushed against the pile nearest the tea chest and the topmost book, the book in question, moved sideways and dropped silently into the chest where it took on the title ‘Motorcycle Engineering’.
Wulfies bike came up and for some strange reason no one bid against him and it was Wulfies maiden bid that got the machine....... and the tea chest.
The following day the bike and chest were duly delivered, the bike going straight into the conservatory whilst the chest was consigned to the shed. As he went to close the shed door Wulfie saw the book. This time the title had reverted back to EVERYBODY’S BOOK OF FATE AND FORTUNE’. He picked up the book and opened it, the words on the pages seemed to blur and move around the page, he closed the book quickly and took a deep breath. Wulfie knew that before the book was opened again, certain things had to be put in place so he took it and locked it safely away in his safe, or so he thought.
Agnetha “Jules, what time did Wulfie say he’d be home”
Juliet “Hmmmmmmmm tomorrow, I think”
Agnetha “Tomorrow........”
Juliet “Hmmmmmmm”
Agnetha “Where did he say he was going”
Juliet “Hmmmmmmm”
Agnetha “Jules Darling.......................... Jules...................................................”
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nah..... couldn't be.
