Miser’s Nightmare Too

Folks, you are not gonna believe this. When I was putting together this month’s (September 2010) issue of the magazine, I thought it would be cool to write an episode of The Saga about the Miser’s Nightmare, so I immediately wrote it in about 5 minutes (as all of my saga stories go), and I scheduled it for publication on the last day of September. Then as I was looking through the various articles to gather the entries for the contest, I noticed that in July 2010, I wrote a Saga episode about the Miser’s Nightmare . . . Odd. I didn’t remember writing it. Of course once I read it I remembered it. So rather than junking one of them and writing a new episode this month, I decided to go with the second version I inadvertently wrote.

On to the Saga:

Ah . . . my silver sled snuggles so sweetly against my backside as I slide down this hill of gold coins. A wave of 100 dollar greenbacks gently laps at my face as I take another dip in my ruby encrusted swimming pool. I look down at my million dollar hands with love – nay – lust . . . as I fantasize about the many, many coins they have brought me. As I lay there fondling my gold coins I feel a slight knot in my throat. I begin to panic. I can’t breathe . . . look around me . . . the rubies, dollars, coins, everything has vanished. I glance, in eager anticipation, at Frank Garcia’s . . . er  . . . um . . . I mean . . . my million dollar hands . . . they are sterile. The cannot produce a single coin. My dream life has become a nightmare . . . a Miser’s Nightmare.

Please take a moment to “like” this and post a comment stating which one you prefer (this one or July’s) . . . I’m curious.