The Body in the Trunk
Harry shuffled the deck of cards and pushed it across the table.
"Deal," he said.
"One more hand," I agreed. It was a way to pass the time. More importantly, it was a way to avoid talking about the body in the trunk of the '59 Eldorado outside. People say those cars are boats. This one was more like a tank. The thing we hit had to be seven feet tall and weighed at least four hundred fifty pounds. The Cadillac had little more than a twisted bumper and dented hood after the impact.
Harry was an ex-defensive lineman who still lifted weights. If he wasn't so big and strong, we would have never been able to lift it into the trunk.
We only stopped because we thought we killed some hermit that lived in the woods near the backroad we were on. But it wasn't a man. It kinda looked like one, but also kinda like a gorilla. Maybe it was one of those things the guys on horses recorded in Washington or Oregon or something.
We brought it back here while we tried to figure out what to do with it. We could call the game warden or a zoo so they could study it. But we wouldn't get anything out of it. Would a college pay for it? Maybe the Smithsonian? We don't know how to contact them.
"What was that?" Harry asked as we heard the crash outside. We got out just in time to see that another, bigger creature had ripped open the Caddy's trunk and was carrying off the body.
"I guess that settles that," I said as I shrugged.
"Deal," he said.
"One more hand," I agreed. It was a way to pass the time. More importantly, it was a way to avoid talking about the body in the trunk of the '59 Eldorado outside. People say those cars are boats. This one was more like a tank. The thing we hit had to be seven feet tall and weighed at least four hundred fifty pounds. The Cadillac had little more than a twisted bumper and dented hood after the impact.
Harry was an ex-defensive lineman who still lifted weights. If he wasn't so big and strong, we would have never been able to lift it into the trunk.
We only stopped because we thought we killed some hermit that lived in the woods near the backroad we were on. But it wasn't a man. It kinda looked like one, but also kinda like a gorilla. Maybe it was one of those things the guys on horses recorded in Washington or Oregon or something.
We brought it back here while we tried to figure out what to do with it. We could call the game warden or a zoo so they could study it. But we wouldn't get anything out of it. Would a college pay for it? Maybe the Smithsonian? We don't know how to contact them.
"What was that?" Harry asked as we heard the crash outside. We got out just in time to see that another, bigger creature had ripped open the Caddy's trunk and was carrying off the body.
"I guess that settles that," I said as I shrugged.
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