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242. All aboard!

“All aboard!” the conductor yelled. Needlessly, since the platform had emptied long ago.

Gone were the days when adventurers and prospectors were fighting over the best places, elbowing their way to the carriage door, then to the window seats. From there they’d be able to spot the rich veins that sprouted from the newly-formed mountains at their destination first. They’d gain an insurmountable advantage over the poor souls condemned to the inner aisles, already plotting to get hold of the treasures the hungry dumb wolves near the window would excavate for them.

Soon the train would stop running altogether. The conductor would be reassigned and the engine sold for scrap metal.

And as it would leave the station, towed to its last berth to be broken up, the glow of the day’s dying sun would give this loyal servant of man’s greed one final, golden hurrah.

 

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116. It’s all between the ears

“It’s all between the ears,” the physician said.

Vilmos gave him a funny look.

“I did not just invent my headaches . I am not insane!”

“I didn’t say you were,” the physician replied. “Here, take three of these before going to bed tonight.”

The physician handed over the prescription to the dumbfounded Vilmos, who by now was seriously contemplating a second opinion. Still, that night he popped three pills, just as the doctor had ordered, and soon found himself in the land of Nod.

As the clock struck twelve the physician entered the house. Vilmos was still soundly sleeping. As planned. The physician didn’t bother to drag his victim to a table. He would operate on him right here in the bedroom with some crude cranial instruments from his medicine bag.

He cut off the top of Vilmos’ head and scooped out the brain. The physician, an habitual gambler, had long suspected that Vilmos suffered from a rare affliction called Midas disease, which turns  some bones of your body into gold.

And indeed, as he gazed into Vilmos’ empty skull, the yellow glow of bony 24 carat nuggets enlightened the physician’s face.

They were right where he had expected to find them.

 

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