Friday, May 13, 2011

Chapter 9

Yames and the waitress head out the dinner and in to the dark streets of Watershed Heights. They walk in silence for awhile letting the darkness overtake them, and then the waitress mentions that it seems particularly dark this night. They begin to look around an realize that the power has gone out across the city. Walking down Maple Street toward the fountain they begin to see a sea of people and animals flocking towards the dinner that they had just left. Amongst the crowd there was a general murmur of talk about pie. The people looked like zombies heading toward the dinner. Yames and the waitress continued toward the fountain pushing through the crowd.
Neither of them spoke not about what was currently happening nor why they were where they were. They knew that there were no easy answers to why they were where they were. No one choose to live in watershed heights. You simply end up here one day, and then you are stuck.
Yames and the waitress take a seat on the fountain. He looks over at the waitress and realizes that she is no longer their. There is nothing their, but the concrete rim of the fountain that he is sitting on. He wonders, "I'm not surprised. Had she ever been there. Have I ever been with her." He puts these thoughts to rest. He knows that there are no answers. No answers. "I am crazy. No. I am normal. Watershed Heights is crazy." Looking back at the crowd of people he feels assured in his new hypothesis. "I am done with this place. I am going to the mountains. No more of this place. I am going right now."
His head drops between his knees and his body is lifeless. This night has become the most time in his life. The importance could be felt all around in the darkness. Even the air was different. It smelled of pie. Sweet, sweet pie.

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