So today I happened to stop in on a local business owner/friend. As we chatted, guess who should pass by her window? THE GUY!!!
Naturally I had to ask if she knew who he was. And in fact, she knew a little. She told me his name, but I am going to withhold publishing it so as to protect him. It sounds like he might need a little protection. He is a former ranch hand from Montana or Minnesota - she couldn't remember which. Anyway, he has experience with big cattle drives. She's not sure how he ended up here. He had a car, but then sold it for money. Then he had a motorcycle, but he sold it for money. Then he had a bicycle, and, well, you know the rest. Now he can be seen walking all over town. She also thought he seemed to wrestle with Tourette's Syndrome. And that is the total of what she knew.
It's not as glamorous as being an Australian spy whose mind was erased, but I guess my questions are answered (mostly).
Showing posts with label mysteries. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mysteries. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
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.
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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