“You see Harry, this is the future.” Stan points his pudgy fingers at the former parking lot. “Customers go into the water and pick their fish from the pools. We clean and prepare them. We have the freshest fish in town! Revolutionary! I tell you. Revolutionary!”
“Ah, we are having people park in back. They walk around the free chicken area. Past the hen house. The milking stalls. Then we want them to wade into water. Why keep anything inside? Let’s plant orange and grapefruit, grow lettuce..” Harry is beside himself. Quitely the thoughts go running through his head ‘Who would let this idiot design anything?’
“My Aunt Ester. She was rather surprised when I told her that I was a mind reader. Then offered to marry her husband’s pregnant mistress for exchange of design work. Speaking of the future. I understand that daughter of yours needs some legal help. I could be of some assistance. If you told the old bag Ester, how much you like this idea. It seems before the free range chicken park opened, someone failed a drug test and she had to fire someone who disagreed with me.” Stan smiles at Harry.
“Stan, you’ll run this company. I’m not sure if it’s into the ground or just be CEO.” Harry regretfully gives in.
“Good thing I like you Harry! You speak your mind well. I can tell” Stan shakes his hand. Then wades into the pool. “Fresh fish in pools! Genius, if I don’t say so myself.”
The crowd has left. The flashes of cameras. The loud reporters shouting over each other just echoes. The victim’s family fled. The curious court visitors appetite satisfied. The only thing left is the Prosecutor.
He sits on the cold wood benches. Her looks up at a statue of Justice. Half blind she holds her scales up before the world.
His mind wanders to the story. Comatose man found next to his murdered wife and a bloody knife. The man has no memory. He has no wounds. The press had him from day one. Faking amnesia and coma…the nerve of him.
The Jury did four hours of diligence sentencing the man to die for what he did. A Prosecutor ‘s dream case.
Except for the note left on his car.
“Thank you for the Guilty verdict. Now, I am free.
The Real Killer.”
He sits staring at Justice. The reason she is only half blind still eludes him.
“The body is inside, it’s on the left! It’s wrapped in old clothes. Grey crazy hair…..the skin is very…weird.” Glen smiles that half smile of false confidence.
Sammy looks at his friend. He’s scared to death of dead things. But he’s three days older, more mature, closer to thirteen. “Who is it? You saw the face right?”
Glen taller and sharp jet black spiked hair emphasizes with body language, a definite no. “Look come see it yourself! You want to know who it is so bad. You? You’re scared. Son of a bitch, you’re scared!”
“I got more balls than you. I’ll go take a selfie with it!” Sammy is up and marching. No younger kids will make a fool out of him.
“A mannequin who throws a mannequin in a haunted house!” Sammy yells out.
Warm air swirls between the buildings downtown. Far below cars and trucks battle to get out of here as fast as possible. A horn blasts. It echoes across the faces of the towers of concrete and glass.
I look over at my friends Rocky. He’s ghost white. Thirty eight floors above the chaos. It’s a calming feeling, kind of. I feel bad for him in some ways. First time stuck on a platform where a cable broke. With the harnesses you just hung there. The world around you. Peaceful.
“Hey, Rocky enjoy the view. Half hour, tops! They’ll bring us back up.” I try to get him to relax. It doesn’t work.
Jessica gave simple instructions. And if that wasn’t enough a list.
Clean out garage
Get planter for the pansies
Kenny pulled out the old refrigerator and rusted out drawers. He forgot all about the old toilet behind them.
“Hey, this will work. She really liked when I took apart the broke wicker chair and put a pot in that. Hell, this had the pot built in!” Kenny raises the beer in celebration. “Hot damn! She’ll love it.”
Before he could get it out of the garage, he heard the squeak of the minivans breaks.
“I know you ain’t putting that in our yard!” Jessica was surprised alright.