"Daylight! Thank Jebus! That crummy apartment was starting to get to me. It may be foggy, but at least it's daylight! Now where is that convenience store?" He started for his pocket, but someone interrupted him.
"Hey mister! Why you wearing that dress? Dresses are for woman. You look funny. Hee hee!" said a little girl sitting on a nearby wall staring at James.
"And what's a young girl sitting on such a high wall for? You better be careful. Are your parents around? Do they know what you're doing?" questioned James, a strange urge beginning to overcome him. The same urge that had put him in prison.
"Huh? Are you blind or something?" screamed the little girl.
"What? Blind? Who? I don't have time for this. I'm hungry, and you bother me. Besides, I don't want to go back there..." His thoughts drifted to his time spent in prison. He didn't enjoy it much, and had no plans of going back. He dismissed his urge and started to walk away.
"Where're you going? That's not the right way! You're going the wrong way!"
"I don't give a rat's ass! Leave me alone!" He picked up a rock from the ground and threw it at the girl. The rock landed with amazing accuracy in the middle of the girl's forehead. It threw her off balance, and she fell over the edge, landing head first on the pavement below.
"That'll shut her up!" James said smugly, and walked away. He thought he knew where he was going until he ended up on a walkway over hanging a lake. "Damn, this doesn't seem right," James said as he scratched his head. He looked around him, his eyes drifting until something caught their attention. An attractive blond hair woman in a short skirt was standing a few feet away, looking over the water. "Damn, that doesn't seem right." His eyes bugged out of his head, but not far enough to fall out. Only enough to make him look incredibly stupid to the girl as she turned around in time to see James ogling her.
"Can I help you with something sugar?" She spoke with a southern accent.
"You wouldn't happen to be Mary, would you? Cause if you are, I gotta tell you, you're a fine specimen of a woman."
"I can be whoever you want me to be," she interrupted.
"Is that a fact?" questioned James.
"It is actually. You see, I'm a figment of your imagination. Therefore, I can be who ever you want," she said with a wink.
"Hey, don't ruin this for me. You're the cutest looking thing I've seen in at least an hour, and my hormones are raging. You know of a place a little more private we can go?"
"Sure thing darling. There's the hospital, Historical Society, old creepy haunted jail under the lake, the gas station, or the boat docks. Your choice."
"Ohhh, the boat docks! Sounds exciting. But wait, no, I have a strange fear of boats and fog horns and creepy foggy lakes... How about..." He thought about it for a second. If he went to the gas station, he could get her to buy some candy for him. "You got any money?" James asked, hoping this would make the decision easier.
"No."
"Right. How about the historical society then? Is it far from here?" asked James.
"It's just up the road. Past the gas station, but before the dead body. Check your map," said the mystery woman as if it were nothing.
James pulled out his map, not expecting to see "dead body" labeled on it. "Well I'll be damned up a goat's ass." "Dead body" was clearly labeled on the map, just past the historical society. "This place just gets weirder and weirder. Well, enough talk, let's go."
And with that the handsome couple made their way to the Historical Society, past the gas station, but before the dead body.
Bystanders, if there were any, would question what they saw. A man walking down the street, wearing a dress, holding a gun in one hand and a wooden plank in the other, talking to himself, was not something they would've seen every day. Of course, there were no bystanders, so no one questioned it. That is to say, no one could have questioned it, because no one was there.
"Hey mister! Why you wearing that dress? Dresses are for woman. You look funny. Hee hee!" said a little girl sitting on a nearby wall staring at James.
"And what's a young girl sitting on such a high wall for? You better be careful. Are your parents around? Do they know what you're doing?" questioned James, a strange urge beginning to overcome him. The same urge that had put him in prison.
"Huh? Are you blind or something?" screamed the little girl.
"What? Blind? Who? I don't have time for this. I'm hungry, and you bother me. Besides, I don't want to go back there..." His thoughts drifted to his time spent in prison. He didn't enjoy it much, and had no plans of going back. He dismissed his urge and started to walk away.
"Where're you going? That's not the right way! You're going the wrong way!"
"I don't give a rat's ass! Leave me alone!" He picked up a rock from the ground and threw it at the girl. The rock landed with amazing accuracy in the middle of the girl's forehead. It threw her off balance, and she fell over the edge, landing head first on the pavement below.
"That'll shut her up!" James said smugly, and walked away. He thought he knew where he was going until he ended up on a walkway over hanging a lake. "Damn, this doesn't seem right," James said as he scratched his head. He looked around him, his eyes drifting until something caught their attention. An attractive blond hair woman in a short skirt was standing a few feet away, looking over the water. "Damn, that doesn't seem right." His eyes bugged out of his head, but not far enough to fall out. Only enough to make him look incredibly stupid to the girl as she turned around in time to see James ogling her.
"Can I help you with something sugar?" She spoke with a southern accent.
"You wouldn't happen to be Mary, would you? Cause if you are, I gotta tell you, you're a fine specimen of a woman."
"I can be whoever you want me to be," she interrupted.
"Is that a fact?" questioned James.
"It is actually. You see, I'm a figment of your imagination. Therefore, I can be who ever you want," she said with a wink.
"Hey, don't ruin this for me. You're the cutest looking thing I've seen in at least an hour, and my hormones are raging. You know of a place a little more private we can go?"
"Sure thing darling. There's the hospital, Historical Society, old creepy haunted jail under the lake, the gas station, or the boat docks. Your choice."
"Ohhh, the boat docks! Sounds exciting. But wait, no, I have a strange fear of boats and fog horns and creepy foggy lakes... How about..." He thought about it for a second. If he went to the gas station, he could get her to buy some candy for him. "You got any money?" James asked, hoping this would make the decision easier.
"No."
"Right. How about the historical society then? Is it far from here?" asked James.
"It's just up the road. Past the gas station, but before the dead body. Check your map," said the mystery woman as if it were nothing.
James pulled out his map, not expecting to see "dead body" labeled on it. "Well I'll be damned up a goat's ass." "Dead body" was clearly labeled on the map, just past the historical society. "This place just gets weirder and weirder. Well, enough talk, let's go."
And with that the handsome couple made their way to the Historical Society, past the gas station, but before the dead body.
Bystanders, if there were any, would question what they saw. A man walking down the street, wearing a dress, holding a gun in one hand and a wooden plank in the other, talking to himself, was not something they would've seen every day. Of course, there were no bystanders, so no one questioned it. That is to say, no one could have questioned it, because no one was there.