Double Vision
There were two of them in the car. It was a Sunday
drive.
It was an off-season wander into the foothills of
the Cascade Range on a gray and drizzly day.
No matter. They were quite
accustomed to the climate.
They bought a take-out lunch and drove until there
was a park still open though it was latish in the year. In the park, theirs was
the only vehicle. There was always a little frisson of apprehension when
parking in these unseen places alone, but so far, so good. No bears, cougars, or unhinged humans.
The older one, the driver, pulled up to a log
barrier marking a parking spot and turned off the engine.
Water dripped out of the evergreens. Silence
surrounded the women in the car. There was some soft conversation and some
business with sandwiches and cups of espresso.
The driver’s attention was attracted by something
ahead of the car out in the nearby bush.
She watched silently. A very large bi-pedal form stood perhaps twenty
feet away. He seemed to be around seven feet tall, or more. The hair on his
body was longer than a bear’s fur and a rich coffee brown. His face was leathery, not simian, with eyes
that seemed to be brown like a horse’s eyes. He neither smiled nor grimaced.
She sensed no immediate threat. But just to be sure she said, under her breath, “Thy
will be done.”
He merely observed them in their vehicle.
The driver said to the passenger, “look up. Do you see him?”
“Where?” said the passenger, glancing all around the car quickly. “What do you
mean? No one is here.”
The driver laid her hands on the steering
wheel. She said, “right out in front of
us about twenty feet away. He is
standing there motionless.”
“Now you’re scaring me. Or you’re messing with me!” said the passenger.
“Are you having a stroke?”
“No, I seem to be fully functional.” She sighed.
The large figure raised both hands open palmed
toward the driver. A fraction of a smile passed briefly over his dark face.
“I think we should leave,” said the passenger. “I
don’t think I like it here now.” She took a sip of her coffee, and wadded up
the sandwich wrappings and stuffed them back in the bag they came in.
“Yes. I
think he would prefer that we go now,” said the driver.
She raised her right hand toward the dark figure
and held it for a moment. Then she
started the engine and pulled out of the parking spot. She backed up and headed forward down the
park driveway toward the narrow highway and home.
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