A “Spectrum” Halloween story:
SHE'LL BE APPLES
By Cwissy
"Colonel White ... mmm ... Oh yes, you're the geezer that
Captain Grey saved from drowning." A pretty girl called Tamara addressed the
older man with white hair at the Halloween party they and many others were
attending at the Spectrum Headquarters in New York.
"What?" the stunned Colonel asked, completely mystified.
"He told me all about it.
While you were very enthusiastically bobbing for apples last Halloween,
you fell into the barrel and got stuck and Brad dragged you out before it was
too late."
Colonel White was so shocked that he was rendered speechless for
once.
"Lucky he was there, eh?" she declared, as she gave him
a playful elbow nudge. Obviously, the Spectrum HQ civilian employee had no idea
to whom EXACTLY she was speaking to.
"'Lucky' is not the word I would use in connection with
Captain Grey right now," Colonel White seethed.
"Have to say," Tamara continued, seemingly oblivious to
the man's growing anger, "you're a game old bugger for even trying to bob
for apples. I'm hopeless at it with
real teeth and I must be a quarter of your age."
"How ... How old are you?" asked Captain Ochre, whilst
holding off a choking sensation.
"Twenty five."
"Oh dear," muttered Captain Blue, contemplating Captain
Grey's probable and painful demise.
The girl started laughing.
"It must have been a funny sight afterwards, you know, with that
apple still floating there and having false teeth stuck in it. Brad said that showed real determination and
..."
"It never happened," the Colonel growled.
"Did the apple sink?" she queried.
"There were no apples."
Tamara was confused.
"Oh ... but, what were you bobbing for?"
"I
wasn't," he snapped with fury.
"None of it happened and
my teeth are real."
"I don't understand ..."
"Um, I think you will find that Captain Grey sort of made it
up," Captain Blue told her in a diplomatic tone. "Er, he was probably trying to impress you." He added the last bit, hoping in vain that
the Colonel would be mollified by the excuse.
"Brad wouldn't have made something up like that to impress
me," Tamara chuckled, "besides, he told me that what he admired most
about me was my quick mind."
The men looked at the curvy brunette and found that statement a
little hard to believe.
"So, he'd realise that I'd recognise an untruth," she finished off with a smug grin.
"Well, you didn't this time," claimed Captain Ochre.
She eyed them off.
"Naturally all of you would pretend it didn't happen. Grandpa Whitey ..." She then noticed the Colonel's purple-faced
rage. "Oh, don't be angry Mister
Colonel Sir - that is a term of endearment that they all use for you ..."
"I assure
you we don't!" cut in Blue, with alarm and indignation
in his voice.
"Fibber," Tamara claimed. "As I was saying, Gran ... er ... Colonel Whitey would be
too embarrassed to admit the incident happened - which is silly; because it is
the sort of thing that could happen to anyone, let alone someone of his
advanced years. And the rest of you
would deny it, because you all stood around like gaping simpletons and if it
wasn't for Brad manfully taking charge - well, you'd all have a different head
man today. He tells me that he is
always having to get you lot out of scrapes of one sort or another and that you
often fail to show proper gratitude."
"Oh, do we now?" said Captain Ochre, with a dangerous
ring in his voice. "Don't worry,
we'll treat him in a most deserving fashion when he does eventually turn
up."
"He shouldn't be long now," Tamara stated. "He jokingly said that he wouldn't
leave me alone amongst so many sex-starved men for long. I'll admit that he may have stretched the
truth a bit there, because some of you are rather cute." She gave Ochre a light pat on the
bottom. "Aren't you the one that
usually gets around with his head inside a hollowed out pumpkin on these
occasions?" She skipped off to say
hello to some other people before the aghast captain could sputter out an
answer.
"Hey, what's all the scowling about?" asked Captain Grey
of his work colleagues, when he joined them five minutes later. "Anyone would think that the Mysterons
were hosting this event, I've never seen such a collection of sour pusses in my
life."
"Captain Grey!" barked an irate
Colonel White, advancing on the group of captains. "I want a word with you, NOW!"
"What's going on?
What's happened?" A
bewildered Captain Grey was feeling more than a bit worried at the sight of his
wrathful superior bearing down on him.
"How would you expect a group of 'simpletons' like us to
know?" answered Blue, with a
steely gaze.
"Huh? But
..." Then he noticed, off to one
side, Tamara smiling very sweetly at him.
"What's she ... Oh God!"
A cold feeling of imminent doom struck him.
Tamara watched Captain Grey being roughly marched off to another
room and she could still hear the ensuing shouting a few minutes later as she
left the building and met up with a friend in an awaiting car.
"See Vicky," she pronounced as she addressed her friend,
"I told Brad that he'd have Hell to pay this Halloween for dumping me like
that."
Cwissy
2nd September,
2002
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