The news pops up on my phone from multiple sources for which I have free apps. I am stunned. Two homeless guys are attacked by and kill Big Foot. I want to believe their Big Foot is not Harold Piegrand whom I met yesterday. How do I confirm without breaking […]
Harold frantically lumbers as quickly as possible to exit Garvin Park and bury himself into the thick over brush along the top of the Pigeon Creek banks. He slows his pace and cowers along the creek’s course. As he nears his cave, he detects voices. Cautiously and quietly, yet as […]
Harold’s eyes roll towards his eyelid. Could he be considering giving the masses a chance to get to know him? I could introduce him. I begin to devise a plan. “I can talk to some folks at the Evansville Rescue Mission* and tell them that I’ve talked with you,” I […]
“What was different about Auntie Louise?” “Forget it. I don’t want to discuss it anymore,” Harold waves one hand across in front of him and his words echo bouncing off ever wall of the hewn out hole in the side of the hill descending down into the banks of Pigeon […]
I offer my hand. Harold glances down at my hand. Then he looks me in the eye. He takes my hand. His grip is extreme. My mind jumps to that moment where he indicated he might not allow me to leave. I put that behind me as I promised. “Maybe […]
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