Memoirs Of A Forgotten Summer

..What The Hell?.. he asked, his expression painted in fear. The side of his face was brushed with a cool evening breeze, his arms locked securely to his sides, he stood his ground as cautiously as he could. He was alone, that of course made the moonlit water look that much more creepy and almost made it look like a bad-horror movie. You'd be convinced their was a giant sea-shell stuck to your ear if you heard the sounds in the air. With much hesitation and about 99% uncertainty he took a trip on the heel-and-toe express straight to the closest building his clear-blues spotted. His mind raced a tad bit, almost as fast as his feet bounced against the rotted wood on the shoreline. ..Did I really see that? Jesus!, What the hell is going on?...

Despite his situation and his overall sense of panic he found it a bit strange that he was talking to himself. It made him think about an old drifter that used to come around the shopping center he had worked at, who had a yellowish face, sunken cheeks and an penchant for asking where the nearest spaceship was. The mere thought of the old man made him chuckle, a few seconds of laughter sure helped, but lone behold after that little spontaneous burst of humor, the scary stuff managed to trickle back in quicker then he wanted. There he was, running straight into the open doors of Hot-Dogs, Etc. This trip sadly wasn't about getting a quick meal, it was a mere attempt at the complete opposite, it was to prevent something from getting a quick meal, him.

He quickly scanned the shack of what he could use, and in a almost instinctive manner, he ran to the closest picnic table and swiftly pushed off all the hot dogs and Pepsi can's he could and flipped the table on it's side. The place was a mess, food and garbage everywhere, tables, chairs and just about everything else was knocked down or broken. It didn't take an idiot to figure out that this place was cleared out quick, evidently with not enough time to scarf down the rest of a grease trap-cheeseburger and fries. He grabbed the legs of the chair and with a little elbow grease and a shift of his weight he managed to broke off all 4 legs of the wooden table, providing him with something to block the doorway and 4 blunt objects that with enough force, could crack open a coconut.

November 20, 2006