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From Causeway through town, Saturday afternoon, June 2nd
Pressing the stop button on his tape player, Carl leaned against a tree staring at the small town just a few steps away. While the police in Alexandria hadn't exactly told him to leave the city, they had followed him to the border and parked, watching him leave. His car had made it to the the parking lot at the edge of the causeway leading to the small island he'd been told about earlier, and then sputtered to a very well deserved but ill-timed, in Carl's opinion, death. He'd walked across the causeway and was now just outside the Town of Fandom.
After a few more minutes pondering the wisdom of living in a place with a street named Apocalypse, even for a short time, considering some of the things he'd been witness to, Carl pressed the record button again, to finish his story.
"Despite eyewitness accounts, the police lab reported the hairs found at the two murder scenes belonged to a domestic cat and a german shepherd, respectively."
The look on Carl's face went well with his sarcastic tone.
"All sightings of the giant owl or the giant black cat have been blamed on escaped zoo animals. From a zoo that hasn't reported an escape in over twenty years and has never had a black cat or barn owl in its permanent exhibits."
"Phone calls to June Lemon, lone descendant of the original family of settlers, have gone unanswered. According to the university, she has withdrawn for 'family emergency reasons', and sightings of an escaped black panther have increased along the most common route north out of Virginia, with local wildlife officials, of course, reminding people that such animals do not exist. The only comfort being that no further sightings of a bead-wearing indian with a giant owl have been reported. Yet."
He pressed the stop button again, letting the tape player fall back to the ends of the shoulder strap as he reached for his luggage. Or what he had of it. He'd have to sneak back into town for the rest after finding a place to stay. Hopefully in time to watch the LA Dodgers lose to the Cubs.
[OPEN POST! Important note: Carl thinks it's still Sunday, June 2, 1974, and that the island is off the coast of Virginia.]
After a few more minutes pondering the wisdom of living in a place with a street named Apocalypse, even for a short time, considering some of the things he'd been witness to, Carl pressed the record button again, to finish his story.
"Despite eyewitness accounts, the police lab reported the hairs found at the two murder scenes belonged to a domestic cat and a german shepherd, respectively."
The look on Carl's face went well with his sarcastic tone.
"All sightings of the giant owl or the giant black cat have been blamed on escaped zoo animals. From a zoo that hasn't reported an escape in over twenty years and has never had a black cat or barn owl in its permanent exhibits."
"Phone calls to June Lemon, lone descendant of the original family of settlers, have gone unanswered. According to the university, she has withdrawn for 'family emergency reasons', and sightings of an escaped black panther have increased along the most common route north out of Virginia, with local wildlife officials, of course, reminding people that such animals do not exist. The only comfort being that no further sightings of a bead-wearing indian with a giant owl have been reported. Yet."
He pressed the stop button again, letting the tape player fall back to the ends of the shoulder strap as he reached for his luggage. Or what he had of it. He'd have to sneak back into town for the rest after finding a place to stay. Hopefully in time to watch the LA Dodgers lose to the Cubs.
[OPEN POST! Important note: Carl thinks it's still Sunday, June 2, 1974, and that the island is off the coast of Virginia.]
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"Or do you just like talkin' to yourself?"
That was practically Hayley-speak for 'hello'.
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She was playing coy, really. She was thinking the man had to be pretty new.
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She shrugged apologetically. "Sorry."
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