WISHBONE II: ...Some Wishes Should Never Be Made by Hudson Brooklyn

Author:Hudson, Brooklyn [Hudson, Brooklyn]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Tree Devil Entertainment
Published: 2015-02-15T16:00:00+00:00

Ed Bale drove down Main St. searching for a place to eat. He knew he should call the station, but he was too hungry to think straight and had yet to decide what he would say. He pulled into a small diner parking lot and found a spot directly beside a county plow truck. His good fortune made him chuckle.

En route to the door, he passed an old Jeep Bronco with a dead buck draped over the hood; still warm blood on its nose and mouth.

“Geez…” he shook his head at the lifeless animal, only hours ago majestic, and now gone.

He entered the diner. A middle-aged woman came around the counter with a menu in her hand.

“Follow me.” She smiled and led him to an outdated booth. She held out a menu, but Ed didn’t take it.

“I don’t think I’ll be needing that. Just a coffee and the biggest burger you got.”

“Well, that was easy. Mushrooms and onions or bacon and cheese?”

“Bacon and cheese, sounds good.”

“Also comes with fries and soup or salad, for two dollars more.”

“Why not? Make it the soup.”

“Good choice…its tomato today,” she winked. “I’ll bring you some water too.”

“Ah, you’re too good to me,” Ed winked back.

The waitress walked away and Ed looked around the room.

The tables were mostly empty. Two families sat back to back in booths on the far wall. A few teens sat texting at a table in the center of the room. Two men dressed in flannel and wearing orange vests at another table. In the back corner near a short hallway, were two men, both wearing pale gray uniforms. Ed removed his badge from his coat and clipped it to his shirt pocket, allowing the lapel to fall back over it.

The waitress returned with his coffee, “Soup’ll be right out.” She walked away.

Ed emptied four sugars into the mug and stirred. He took a sip and allowed his eyes to wander. The buck’s dead-eye stare, aimed in his direction, just a few feet beyond the window. He winced and shifted his body away. He sipped at the coffee again. He looked at the men in the gray uniforms. They were nearly done with their meal.

The waitress returned with his soup and a glass of water. He thanked her then spooned at the soup until it was gone. His burger and fries arrived and he took a bite. He glanced around again and saw one of the men in uniform bring a wallet up onto the table. Ed wiped at his mouth with a napkin and got up.

He approached their table, “Are you the gentlemen who run that plow in the lot?”

The one with the wallet answered, “Yeah.”

Ed placed his hand to his waist band, allowing his badge to flash momentarily. He saw the quiet one catch it with a fast glance.

“I drove all the way up here to see a place up the road and the guy who usually plows couldn’t get his truck up the mountain. It was a four-and-a-half-hour ride for me…”

“You a cop?” the quiet one asked.

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