Post by Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith on Jan 29, 2018 21:16:16 GMT -5
A Shelby GT 500 appears in what looks like a middle to upper class neighborhood on the bay of Pensacola, Florida. As it drives up a semi-steep hill and drives around a couple of curves. As it slows down to a cul-de-sac, you can see what looks like a quaint two story house sitting on the left side. He slowly parks up the driveway and stares at the house for a moment, seemingly all quiet. He sighs and slowly get out of the car and slams the door shut behind him, looking at his wife, who only nods her head.
It took me a while for me to find this address. I had to go through a LOT of loops to be able to find out where my mom lives.. or used to live, I don't know. Only one way to find out and that's to go to the house and see what's going on.
He looks at the nice looking house again as he walks up the sidewalk and stops at the front door. He takes a deep breath as he rings the decorative doorbell that is front of him. After a few moments of silence, no answer. He rings the doorbell again, but again no answer. He sighs and starts to walk away from the house, back toward his vehicle as he hears the door creak open and a young looking man steps out onto the front curb.
"Can I Help You?"
Tyrone steps up to the curb and offers a handshake. The young man offers his hand and a warm shake is seen. The Crazy One closes his eyes and continues to speak.
I'm looking for a Linda Killington. She lives... or used to live at this address.
The young man shakes his head and closes the door behind him.
"There is noone that lives here by this name, but I do know who you are talking about. She lived here until about a year ago. I bought the house when she left pretty quickly. I am trying to remember where she said she was headed. We did talk for a little bit."
Crazy Boy sighs and shakes his head, his search coming up unfruitful again. He stands there for a moment, watching the young man lost in thought.
"Wait, I remember! She mentioned about heading to South Carolina to see her sister. That's the last I heard. Sorry I can't be more help."
Tyrone nods his head and thanks the young man as he turns around and walks back toward his car, the door shutting behind him. As he climbs in the Shelby, he looks at his wife and shakes his head.
"Not here. Looks like we're headed to South Carolina after Trauma."
The car backs out of the driveway and speeds away as the show fades to black.
Static and Fade.
End.
It took me a while for me to find this address. I had to go through a LOT of loops to be able to find out where my mom lives.. or used to live, I don't know. Only one way to find out and that's to go to the house and see what's going on.
He looks at the nice looking house again as he walks up the sidewalk and stops at the front door. He takes a deep breath as he rings the decorative doorbell that is front of him. After a few moments of silence, no answer. He rings the doorbell again, but again no answer. He sighs and starts to walk away from the house, back toward his vehicle as he hears the door creak open and a young looking man steps out onto the front curb.
"Can I Help You?"
Tyrone steps up to the curb and offers a handshake. The young man offers his hand and a warm shake is seen. The Crazy One closes his eyes and continues to speak.
I'm looking for a Linda Killington. She lives... or used to live at this address.
The young man shakes his head and closes the door behind him.
"There is noone that lives here by this name, but I do know who you are talking about. She lived here until about a year ago. I bought the house when she left pretty quickly. I am trying to remember where she said she was headed. We did talk for a little bit."
Crazy Boy sighs and shakes his head, his search coming up unfruitful again. He stands there for a moment, watching the young man lost in thought.
"Wait, I remember! She mentioned about heading to South Carolina to see her sister. That's the last I heard. Sorry I can't be more help."
Tyrone nods his head and thanks the young man as he turns around and walks back toward his car, the door shutting behind him. As he climbs in the Shelby, he looks at his wife and shakes his head.
"Not here. Looks like we're headed to South Carolina after Trauma."
The car backs out of the driveway and speeds away as the show fades to black.
Static and Fade.
End.
