“Come on, we need to eat something,” I said getting out of the truck. When we trooped into the kitchen, we discovered my mom had left a spaghetti dinner on the stove and a note on the fridge telling me they’d gone to see Rise of the Planet of the Apes. Periodically over the years we would have Ape weekends where we would start with the first movie of the series on a Friday and watch all six throughout the weekend. Between Sam, Maggie, and me, we could probably quote all the movies to you…kind of like Monty Python and the Holy Grail and The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Let’s do the time warp again! My parents were a bad influence.
“Man, I can’t believe they went without us!” Sam exclaimed. He sounded shocked and ticked off at the same time.
“You expect to go out on a Friday night with my parents?” We all burst out laughing after my question. Really though, when we went to the movies, we didn’t care if my parents were with us or not. We all enjoyed most of the same flicks. I think it bothered my parents more because they wanted a “date” night, which meant away from me and my friends.
I gathered plates of spaghetti and nuked them one after the other in the microwave as Maggie filled glasses with ice and Sam got cokes out of the pantry. We’d done this a time or two.
“What are we going to do?” Sam finally asked as we finished eating. Since my parents weren’t home, we’d brought the weapons inside. The gun sat on the breakfast bar counter gleaming in the light from overhead. “She’s probably going to tell my dad about the gun. Don’t you think? What am I going to say to him? If I take the gun home now, it’ll probably be taken away.”
“We can’t have that,” Maggie said. “We’ll have to find a safe hiding place for it where the cops won’t think to look.” She sounded optimistic but realistically where could we hide a gun that would be safe plus be easy to get to? Never forget there were demons somewhere nearby, and we’d have to have access to the gun relatively quickly.
“I have an idea,” I said. Many years ago, Maggie and I had made a time capsule. We’d placed our things in a large coffee can and buried it in a playhouse in the backyard under a paving stone. I hadn’t been in the playhouse for years, but I was sure the can was still buried there.
“Oh, that’s a great idea. We just have to lift up the paver,” Maggie said when I’d explained my thought.
“So before we go to meet Alex,” I choked over his name a little. “We get the can so that when we get back, we can quickly bury it under the stone.” They nodded agreement, but I could tell Sam was worried about what his dad was going to say. Plus that meant the gun would be “missing” from Sam’s house. What if he needed it there?
I was beginning to see evil on all sides now. Why is it that after surviving what I was sure was going to be certain death by going to Rome, I get home to find death happening all around me? Was there a demon actually preying on the citizens of Springfield? Would I have made the connection at all if Alex hadn’t shown up?
“The address is on Bagnell Street. Isn’t that over by the Nature Center?” Maggie asked as she looked at the card Alex had given her.
“Bagnell? Wow. For a detective, he must make the big bucks. I don’t think there’s a place in that area under a mil.” Sam seemed to have forgotten that Alex wasn’t a “real” detective.
“You should have seen his apartment in Rome. It was the most beautiful place I’d ever seen.”
“Yeah and you could have at least clicked a pic of his car with your cell when you had the chance!” Sam was still outraged to have missed Alex’s sleek, black DeLorean. I didn’t get it. It was nice and all, but I didn’t get the immense appeal of cars.
We headed out to Alex’s place with dread settling somewhere near the pit of my stomach. I felt slightly nauseous and wished I’d passed on the dinner. The odd thing was that I also wanted to see him. I felt a connection to him. Especially since dreaming of our brief time together on the Titanic.
When we finally pulled into his driveway, I was surprised there wasn’t a gate, although there were two large brick pillars flanking the entrance with vines of ivy creeping up them. The house was set far back on a wooded property so you couldn’t see it from the road. The trees came right up to the edge of the driveway, making us feel as if we traveled through a tunnel.
When we pulled up outside the three-car garage, we just sat in Sam’s truck for a few minutes trying to take in the surroundings. To our left I could see a flagstone walkway leading off towards the back of the house. It looked as if there were a gleam of blue water in the distance, a pool perhaps. Then to the right, another walkway led between immaculate flowerbeds full of roses and mums with neatly trimmed, little bushes, up a few stairs to a stain glass front door.
Alex opened the door as we stepped onto the porch.
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This volume is a short collection of eclectic poems and limericks for the young at heart. Inspiration was a wild wind that blew the author hither and yon to write about love, cats, parents, pirates, magic, and much, much more (often with tongue in cheek).
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Coming 2016:
Apophis
Is it the end of the world or a new beginning?
The asteroid, Apophis, hurtles toward Earth at an astonishing 56,000 mph. When it strikes, it will rain destruction and chaos down on our world. Two groups are created to save mankind, our culture, and our technology.
One group goes into stasis while the other heads to Mars. Centuries later, those in stasis wake to find the Martians have invaded!
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR
While I hope that you enjoyed this book, I also hope that your interest has been aroused in history. This novel contains many references to actual people and events, but I have put my own fictional twist on the facts described. I would like to challenge you to find where I have twisted truth with fiction. My hope is that you will never accept just one source as the only source of information.
Caron Rider
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Initially Caron Rider started teaching computer software, hardware, and networking in the 1990s. After some years that morphed into tutoring high school dropouts for the GED. She found working with at-risk teenagers so rewarding that she changed her undergraduate major to Education. Upon graduating from the University of South Alabama with a B.S., she began teaching high school history. She now lives in rural Missouri with her two kids, two dogs, two cats, and several chickens.
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