Steiner and the Hypnotic Cue

Epilogue

Well that’s that.

There’s actually much more than that. I’ve had a stack load of  adventures. Who knows? Perhaps one day, Reader, I will tell you about them.

Anyway, I did get challenged  entering Heathrow. I argued tooth and nail and they stamped my passport, eventually.  I find that with adults, they will do anything you want, if you argue with them enough.

It was hard explaining things to my family and why I had packed in snooker and got plastic surgery. But I was very creative and very  rich.

It’s easily to convince people when you’re rich, and you don’t need to use magic words to do it.

These days people rarely recognise me in the street and I’m quite happy. I’d made a fortune in a year, and my fortune increased due to some careful investing thanks to David Noble. As he always told me:

“The Rich get richer

And the Poor get loans

from the rich.”

Returning to school after a year break was hard, but I got back into it. I have done well in my continuing education, having a couple of adventures on the way. I later secured a college place studying economics. I wanted to be like David Noble, and work out my own investments. 

Two months after my return, I phoned Chris at her shop, and told my story. I went into great detail about that woman Sheila and how she knew so much about me. Chris said that perhaps she was a powerful, albeit misguided, psychic, and that if I came into the shop she would cast some spells for me. I was tempted to go back and try to create another hypnotic cue. But I haven’t got round to it yet.

Now and again I think about the witch’s offer, but as I do I always see Sheila’s face;  her words ring in my head and it just puts me off. Besides, who needs magic when you have lots of money?

Although I lost the cue, the thing is, I actually learned how to play snooker quite well. I was taught by Stephen Hendry, no less, and played the best players in the world and beat them. Almost a year and a half later,  I got over my shame, I got back into playing.

Sometimes you might find me in Rileys on a Sunday, where I meet my old friend David Noble in the afternoon, once  he has finished attending Church with his wife and children.

Someday, I tell myself, I will join him.

I am Steiner Sanderson, and this is my story.