Mom,
Strange things have happened since I pulled that memory stick from my sock and tried to open it on my PED. I know I'm being followed. I can hear muted footsteps, feel the breath of an invisible commuter. I can see shadows of things that aren't there. If you don't hear from me again, something is terribly wrong. I love you, Mom.
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Things are getting strange, Mom. I didn't admit it before, but I was the one who discovered the woman on the train--and she wasn't dead when I found her. Being born and raised on Earth, I never much liked my PED. I prefer my paperback books. When we entered the tunnel, she fell to the floor, her hadn't touching the hem of my pants. In the darkness, her eyes met mine. She tucked a memory stick into my sock; her eyes begged me to keep the secret. And I did... until now.
Mom -
You've probably heard on the Solar News Station that mars had its first murder! It was on the train I take home from work. Everyone was watching their PED (Personal Entertainment Device) and when the train pulled into Dome 9--there's a long, dark tunnel where the train gets pressurized and sanitized before pulling into the station--a woman was found dead on the floor when we pulled into the station! The police--some of them born and raised on Mars, I think--questioned us before we could go home. It's like paradise has fallen. All in all, I'm fine though, Mom. Love you! My first postcard from Mars!
I finally made it and I'm doing just fine, Mom. All the towns and cities are built inside domes, just like in the ads. It's just like Earth inside--with oxygen and trees--even cleaner than Earth! I have housing in Dome 9, but take the train to Dome 1 for work. It's fast and smooth. Everything here is new and posh. Mars, Dome 9, has been treating me well. All my love! Matt -
I guess the case of Bella, Book, & Flashlight is officially closed. I came home from work the other night and had a letter in my mailbox. You can tell a child wrote it. It explained that the video was a school project. They were unsure of what exactly happened--it was dusk after all--when they found Bella floating in the water. They knew she was mine and returned her to my doorstep. They heard me opening the door, got spooked, and ran, leaving behind the flashlight and book by accident. They did dedicate their project to Bella, which made me smile. -KC Matt -
You are correct! They were re-enacting a scene from the book! Can you believe that? Ten year olds! I assumed that Bella got in the way--you know she likes to hunt frogs in the cattails. The kids tied the flashlight to a branch to be a "spear." The flashlight must've hit poor Bella by accident. The kids seem harmless. -KC Matt -
I have to admit, I was doing the dishes Saturday evening and I saw some of the neighbor kids passing between houses towards the pond. I watched them from behind my drapes like a weirdo. One kid carried what looked like a sailboat--only it didn't have sails. Another kid had a remote control for it and it swam across the water. Can you guess what conclusion I drew? -KC So I left the copy of Moby Dick on the front steps, on display, like you said. It was gone when I checked on it. My covert stakeout skills suck. I don't know who took it, or where it went.--PLEASE hold your scolding! I did get a footprint in the dirt below the first step! It was a child's footprint (or an adult with abnormally small feet).
-KC Seriously Matt, I know a three-second Google search would translate MCMXC to 1990. You don't have to be a know-it-all partner like when we were kids! And, yes, we do have some kids on the block. They are about 10--or 12?--but I will NOT stalk them. That's creepy, especially if I'm--as you put it--"discreetly hiding behind a building or bush." I will not be arrested during a Curious Kids escapade! What's Plan B?
-KC Matt -
Don't worry! Bella is laid to rest next to Mr. Tonkles. Her collar seems normal, no tears or debris. I did notice a bit of yarn on the bottom of the flashlight. I don't know why you need to know, but the flashlight is yellow and the copywriter year of the book is MCMXC - you can translate that. It's one of those large print editions for kids. -KC |
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