As Winifred Sat Nervously in the Examination Room
wearing a neatly trimmed beard- like most parents
- Apparently you know Mr Scroggins
- almost eerily quiet
- a secret I can’t discuss
- license plate number of the truck
- a product of artificial insemination
- almost as tall as the diving platform
As Winifred sat nervously in the examination room, her mind was filled by the license plate number of the truck driven by her abductors – XYZ 3499 – over and over in a loop.
The entire facility she now found herself in was almost eerily quiet, even though it was fully staffed with medical and military personnel.
A bald man wearing a neatly trimmed beard entered the room without knocking. Following was a tall man Winifred recognized immediately. The bald man saw her look of surprise and said, “Apparently you know Mr Scroggins.”
“It’s hard not to notice him around town,” said Winifred. “He’s almost as tall as the diving platform at the YMCA.”
Both men chuckled.
“You may well wonder why we’ve brought you here,” said Mr Scroggins.
Winifred nodded.
“Like most parents in this situation, yours did not want you to know you are a product of artificial insemination.”
Winifred gasped. It was surprising news, but did help explain a comment her mother had once made: “I have a secret I can’t discuss with you or your father.”
The bald man interrupted her memory. “Your mother thought she was inseminated with the sperm of a Nobel Laureate. Unfortunately this was not the case…”
He let the ominous sentence hang there and Winifred’s imagination raced.