Once, a long time ago (approximately three years ago), a light bulb went out.
This particular light bulb was in a sconce in the hallway. A sconce that had a little, screw-in thingy that held it up. A little, screw-in thingy that somehow escaped the Husband's fingers as he un-screwed it and then disappeared.
It literally disappeared. We scoured the hallway. We moved the bookcase. We moved the buffet. When it didn't turn up, we branched out. We scoured the intersecting hallway, the staircase, the floor below, that little, screw-in thingy was GONE.
So we headed out to our local home improvement store in search of another screw-in thingy to anchor the sconce to the wall. We found one. But, of course, the new screw-in thingy's finish didn't match the finish of the old screw-in thingy's. *sigh*
As a compromise, we switched out the un-matching screw-in thingy with another fixture; one that I wouldn't see on a daily basis - because the whole un-matching thing would have made me twitchy. Seriously.
We had fully expected to find that piece in our move. It didn't happen. Where in the hell had it gone? Was there a tear in the universe? Had it somehow slipped into an alternate universe?
Flash-forward (approximately three years or so; and a whole move later) - guess what I found the other day?
The screw-in thingy. And the eerie part? In a Stephen King book.
*cue the scary music here*
In a Stephen King book that was amazing that I even kept - despite my adoration for Stephen King. Why? Because I normally don't "do" short stories. I usually want "whole" stories. But, I adore Stephen King so every single one of his books made the cut.
Including the one that has held the screw-in thingy for the past three years.
I suppose this is supposed to "tell me something." Like maybe how what seems to be lost isn't really gone? It's only hiding away, waiting for the right time to reappear.
Nah. More likely - it was just one of those weird things that happen in life.
We came home one night and let ourselves in the house with a set of keys that mysteriously disappeared after we got home. Those keys were gone from about 2007, until just this winter when hubby pulled out a jacket that obviously hadn't been worn since then... and those keys were in the pocket! Wish we had been that lucky with his phone that disappeared somewhere between the house and the driveway! That sucker never turned up.
ReplyDelete*queue creep music* -- the thing is, you didn't forget about that missing thingie, and it finally did show up. In a Stephen King book. That is what makes it totally strange. And fun. :-)
ReplyDeleteThey say there's no such thing as coincidences. I do believe that Stephen King is telling you that if you don't keep reading his books, MORE things will soon go missing.
ReplyDeleteBigger things.
Things that'll make you feel even twitchier!
Whoa!!!!! I like to let my imagination loose on stuff like this. It sometimes gets me in trouble, but it's a whole lot of fun.
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