No Time to Run

Carly Monoko was a true dedicated student. She believed in the power of hard work and going at it full throttle. She had used her brain and resolve to get her nose into the top five percent of the class of persons who graduated from the Julliard School of Music. She had become extremely famous worldwide because of her musical genius, and was currently standing in the spotlight as a concert violinist.

There were many performances of her violin, but they were not very successful. Nobody had known where the fault might have been: interpretation, the recital hall, the speaker system or whatever. But because the audience was disinterested gradually, she had stopped. She w

as about to give up on performing in public.

But one night she woke up on the smalll balcony of her house to find a fat tropical cockroach sitting in the middle of her huge bluish cotton top right on her heart. It was "Lasciate o radicate," and it was holding a flea brush.

She had escaped from reality to the cold, hard world of reality by marrying a businessman. But as he was over the age of forty, the couple had to divorce. Carly immediately took up her career as a concert violinist again. She did a recital in her house of property and after that, her ex-husband's company did a commercial for her. The business jumped for a week and became bigger. She was on the right track to becoming a very well known musician

Meanwhile, the cockroach had also jumped. It was a long time ago in Japan. The Japanese people had a belief in Karma and they believed that one's fortune would be influenced by the previous lifetime. So, this lucky cockroach was now a magician on the television. At first, he was just a street magician, but as time went on he was also a TV magician. He was a famous magician in Japan, and his shows had become extremely popular. But the cockroach could not digest the millions of yen coming into his bank account. But because he was so successful, the bank had increased his mortgage to the limit.

One day, he had a meeting with his clients. After that meeting, he went straight home to his house. The classic Japanese house was small, but very old and very cool. He entered the house and was greeted by his maid.

"I saw the cockroach at a walking point in the middle of the road when I was heading home from the town a short while ago." the maid said.

"Really? Did it appear before, I mean from behind?" the magician asked.

"Yes. It went downhill." the maid reported again.

"Very well." the magician said, and he threw all his money into a big pile on the floor.

He was planning to do a magic trick on the money. The maid quickly started to take a few million yen out of the pile and put it in a bank deposit box in the corner of the room. She handed the box to the magician, and he said: "If I fail in this performance, put the money in the bank bank for me. But if I succeed, let my sweat and body be the money."

The maid was baffled at the magician's cold-blooded demand. She was thinking that if this was a trick, she would have been warned about it before hand and she would have taken the money with her to the bank. But she realized that this was not a trick after she heard the terrifying thing he was saying! She would never have believed that her dear master was willing to lose all his money in a trick.

She took out an empty loan bank water bottle ,and filled it with water. She then put some money in the bottle and placed the bottle back in on the pile of money. As the magician was muttering some chant in a beautiful and deep voice, a smoke appeared from the bottle.

The smoke took a shape of a human, and it floated straight up to the ceiling and became a real human. The magician's friend came out of the smoke, and he hugged him.

The phantom friend also hugged him back. He said,"I've been waiting for a very long time. I know that no one has thought about you, but you won't be rich anymore. The money in this pile will be gone. But if you do the same thing on the TV, the fortune will return. That is enough to live on. You can devote yourself to magic spells."

The magician said,"It's such a wonderful thing to see you again. Thank you very much. Now, go back to the smoke."

The magician willed his own smokey body to reappear, and he walked up the stairs. He took off his pants and the buttons to his shirt and put them in the closet. He then put on a deep purple robe and a white hat and ,he crawled into the bottle.

He began to recite the mantra again. He was smoking inside the bottle, and some of the smoke started to appear again. It went straight up to the ceiling, and it turned into a person. It was a cloud-man.

The cloud-man also hugged him, and a small cloud of water appeared on the magician's body, then turned into a drop of water, which was absorbed by the magician's body.

The cloud-man said nothing, but turned into a cloud again, and came out of the bottle. Then he became fog and floated out of the window to the outside.

The magician set the witch word and began to chant the mantra again. After a few minutes, the sweat of his body swelled and formed a glass hard cover which was the exact shape and size of his body. The glass was an exact copy of his body. He then took off his clothes and placed them on top of the glass.

As he chanted this time, he put his hand on his belt, and a lump of money appeared. He also put his hand on his belt, and a genie appeared. It was a very handsome genie which had green hair and eyes. He was smiling.