Call of the Crocodile (Horror's Call) by F. Gardner

Author:F. Gardner [Gardner, F.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-09-27T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13: Confusion

Grandma Eve and her son Joe were pacing about the kitchen, preparing what looks to be a festive meal. “Looks like breakfast is almost ready” she said. “Sure, if you can call it breakfast, anymore. It's just about noon, Mom” her son, replied back to the elderly woman.

“What do you mean, dear?” The sun had only risen not even an hour ago” the woman said, raising an eyebrow in confusion. “Huh?” Joe mutters, raising his wrist to look at his watch. “How peculiar. That doesn't feel quite...it feels like I've been up much longer” the man said. His mother chuckles, “Oh, don't worry about that. Time going by faster as we get older, is just part of life. Wouldn't it be nice to be a kid, with little conception of time, again? Anyway honey, just keep cleaning last night's dishes and I'll get everything else ready.”

Joe had never been a morning person but wondered why the day was feeling like time was dragging on much longer than usual. “Was it just that I have so much on my plate, as of lately? Maybe, it's some unexpected side effects from my medication. I'll have to talk to Dr. Boltzmann about that next time I see him. These pills can cause weird symptoms sometimes” the man thought, taking a deep breath.

He considered the possibility, as he scrubbed away, at the dirty dinner plates from the night before. They still had chunks of the leftovers on them. Soapy suds of water dripped down from his hands as he continued his cleaning.

“Damn it. I need to stop thinking so much. I'm worrying myself to death at this rate. So, I had a bad dream? Big deal. I just need to eat and have my usual morning cup of coffee. The day just doesn't quite feel right otherwise. Hard to believe I ever managed to function so long without any. My kids don't ever need it, and I sure as hell didn't used to need it either in my youth. What was the saying? Energy is wasted on the young?” Joe thinks to himself, as he attempts to put his troubled mind at ease.

Joe placed his head and leant it back contemplating the quote. “Who was that who said that? Some playwright, I think. Someone I studied in my old theatre classes. That's what this feels like in a way. Like some sort of crazy performance.”

The man's thought's, were akin to a wild storm, stirring about the autumn leaves. “It felt especially like that when the media got involved. Just two days ago on the radio. I can't believe they were still talking about it. Like my life is just some sick story they can tell for fun. There were so many wonderful things about Pete. He was an imaginative boy, who loved his family. But people will only remember him as that kid who got eaten by a crocodile. Tragic deaths make people seem so hollow. As if it were their deaths, which defined them.

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