Riley finally came back with the drinks.
He sat down and pushed a gin and tonic and across the table to his friend.
“So, get back to this story about how you killed a guy.”
“I didn’t kill anybody. I wished a guy dead and he died.”
“Whatta you mean exactly?”
“I dated a girl and I was in love but she dumped me and then married this guy named Stewart. Nice guy and all, kind of a dork, but a decent guy. Made a lot of money as an online stockbroker or something.
And they were that annoyingly happy couple with the perfect life with beautiful intelligent kids, and blah blah blah.
But I couldn’t get over her. I was obsessed.
I couldn’t accept that they would be married forever and that she was unattainable.”
“And your only chance to get her back would be if he was dead?”
But I didn’t kill him. I didn’t have anything to do with his death at all. He went mountain climbing on Denali and had a stroke in the thin air.”
“A stroke? That’s a classic psychic attack. Powerful stuff. You’re pretty good.”
“No, it’s not like I had a voodoo doll or cast a spell. But anyway, that’s technically not what killed him.
He was awake and alert after the stroke but couldn’t walk. A rescue party was bringing him down the mountain and a rope broke and he and another guy fell a thousand feet to the rocks below.”
“So you killed two guys?”
“No! I didn’t kill anyone!”
“But you wished him dead.”
“And him and another guy died?”
“So you did have something to do with his death.”
“It’s just a coincidence, right?”
“I don’t think so. If it’s not your fault, why do you feel so guilty?”
“It’s just coincidence.”
“There’s no such thing. You wished, it came true. Cause and effect, plain as day. Thoughts are things, and a sharp thought can be like a knife.
You killed a guy with a thought knife. Two guys, actually.”
There was a long pause.
“Did you get the girl?”
“Yes and no.
After her husband died she moved back to Columbus, Ohio with her parents.
About 8 months later I had to go to Pittsburgh on business and I got in touch with her and we arranged to meet.
For three days we had a blast and it was like old times.
When we were saying goodbye, she told me that she had a boyfriend back in Columbus and it was getting serious.
I haven’t seen or spoken to her since.”
“Sharpen your thought knife. Maybe you can get rid of this guy too.”