Déjà Vu - Part 2

   "Get up, Peter. It's 9'o clock." said her mother, in her usual soft and soothing voice.
   "Your father wants to talk to you".
   It was a dream and he was stunned. Tiny little drops of sweat were dancing around on his forehead. He was perplexed yet relaxed, for what seemed so real was infact a dream. His father had left for his work, so now he could have his breakfast on his bed in front of the television. An action movie and a toasted sandwich were more than enough for him to forget about his early morning nightmare. He had planned his first day of his Fall break with his friend, Jack and evening with his girlfriend, Kate. 
   After having breakfast and a quick shower, he was about to jump in his car when he noticed a small colony of honey-bees near the window sill. He was taken aback. It was the exact image he had seen in his dream. A honey-bee buzzing on the window glass trying to force a way in. At once, in order to affirm his doubts he stepped out of the car and checked the whole car for that patch of mud he had seen in the dream. It was nowhere to be seen. Just then, a phone call from his friend distracted him and he hurriedly drove away in his car.
   As he parked his car in the driveway of his friend, Jack's house, he rushed in while waving a hello to Jack's mother who was gardening. The two then planned to meet their friends at The Plaza. As Peter and Jack, proceeded towards Peter's car, the thought of his dream came back to haunt him. Near the rear-tyre, there was a patch of mud. An inverted cross, just like the one he had seen in his dream. The sign of Satan, he thought in his mind.
  " My mom must have accidentally did it. Let's go.", said Jack.
   As they drove away, Peter was still in his thoughts. He was perplexed yet curious. He was dreaded yet he had started looking for those other images. He couldn't find any.
   It was 2:30, afternoon, when his mother called, reminding him about the pest-control people he had to ferry home to exterminate those honey-bees. Now, driving to the Pest-Control agency, he was all alone with his thoughts. He wondered what all this could mean. A sign of something waiting to happen or just a silly co-incidence. In about an hour he was back home. Sitting in his room he was punching buttons on his joystick when he heard a car pulling up near his window. It was his father. 
   "Game Over. You are Dead". As the television screened displayed this message in a flashy red, he was once again shocked and stunned. His father, who had always been over-enthusiastic about wearing solids was dressed in a beige colored checkered waistcoat. Once again the horrors of the last night's nightmare came to haunt him. He sat perplexed on his bed until Kate, his girlfriend, called him.
    She had called him to re-plan their itinerary for the evening. They agreed to meet at the garden near the lake-side rather than at the cafe. At 6:00 PM in the evening, he was just about half a mile away from the garden when Kate called. She wanted Peter to come to the cafe instead. Just then, Peter realized that the garden was supposed to be full of orange-gold lillies. She had saved him. Now, he was a bit happy and relaxed. 
    As he was walking towards the cafe, he looked up at the clock tower to see the time. He was stunned. The clocked showed exact 6:30 PM. He tried to dismiss it as a mere coincidence and walked on. He was no longer thinking about his nightmare for now he was with the love of his life. They walked arms-in-arms, chatted lovingly and teased each other playfully. He no longer had his nightmare on his mind. 9:30 PM, he kissed Kate on her front porch and said good-bye to her and starting walking back home.
   He had just reached the clock tower when he saw a white truck speeding towards him and he frantically veered and saved himself from getting hurt. As he turned back, he saw something that shocked him. The truck had flower pots at the back. Orange-golden lillies going to the garden. He had his heart in his mouth. He clenched his fists and started telling himself that this all was just a co-incidence and nothing else.
   "watch out", someone said, from behind.




The next day, newspapers read:
A 19-year old crushed by a speeding car at the clock tower.




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