Wednesday, March 17, 2010

The Guy

There's this guy. He's tall and blonde and kind of looks like a young-ish Robert Redford. He always has on earphones, sunglasses, a thick down coat, blue jeans, and tall leather boots. He's usually toting a backpack as well. And at random times throughout the week, usually in the early-afternoon hours, he is walking along the street before you get to the hill where I live.

Today, instead of the boots, he was wearing hiking shoes.

I'm obviously not the kind of gal to stop a random stranger and start an interrogation, but this guy poses some questions that I really need to have answered. For starters, who is he? Where is he from? Why is he always walking on Homestead Drive? How much did he pay for those very expensive-looking boots? What is he listening to?

Because it is highly unlikely that I will ever have a conversation with him, I've decided to fill in the holes for myself. I've chosen to leave him nameless, as it's likely he's in search of his stolen identity. He is from Australia and he woke up in an abandoned barn right here in Midway with nothing but the clothes on his back and a mysterious recording on an MP3 player. The recording is full of hidden layers, each revealing a clue to his past. The clues are hidden in the surrounding mountains and each one brings him closer to the woman he loves but doesn't remember.

It could happen.

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