10/19/2011

The Lost World

Story Sent in by Inez:

Carl and I were on a walk through a city park on the evening of our first date. He said, "I used to come here all the time with my folks. I loved coming here." He described the old playground that used to be there, the games he used to play with his friends, and so on.

Then, his voice dropped and he spoke in a whisper. He said, "I'd go back to my hideout tonight, if not for you."

"What?" I asked, intrigued.

He said, "There was an area up that way," he pointed, "near where those trees are, that I used to call my hideout. I played there by myself all the time when I was younger, and even in high school, when I needed a place to be by myself."

Carl had grown up the second youngest of six, so I could definitely understand that. He walked us in that direction, and I followed willingly, hoping that he would share more happy times with me.

"I kept a bunch of journals early in high school," he said, "I buried three of them here before junior year. I wonder if they're still here…"

We had planned to go out to dinner, and I wasn't prepared for a dig. I suggested, "Want to see if they're still here some other time?"

"No. I want to see if they're still here now."

We walked into a grove, ducked into the hanging branches of a willow tree, and he stopped and looked around. "Yeah, it was right around here," he said, then walked around the tree several times, pacing over the ground.

He then looked up at me and asked, "You don't have, like, a shovel or a spade in your car, do you?"

"No. Let's just do dinner."

He frowned, then snapped his fingers. "Right," he said, and he led me out of the grove and back to the sidewalk. I thought that we were walking to dinner, but instead he walked us into a hardware store, where he picked up a little spade.

"Do you mind?" he asked me, "It won't take a minute. I've been meaning to do this literally for years."

"Then can't it wait another day?"

He replied, "No. Someone might find them between today and tomorrow, and I've taken a big enough risk as it is, leaving them there for as long as I have."

We left the hardware store and I said, "I'm going to grab dinner on my own, then."

He turned to me and said, "Okay. I'm really sorry about this, but I've really been meaning to do it for a while, and now that I'm here and I have a shovel, I really want to get it done."

"I understand," I said, "Good luck."

"Thanks. I'll be in touch!"

He wrote me a week later to ask me out again. I told him that I thought it best that we didn't try for another date, but I did ask him if he had found his journals.

He wrote back that he hadn't. Oh well.

8 comments:

  1. Yeah dinner is boring. I would've totally gone digging with him, dressed for dinner or not. That's why they make washing machines. No offense to the OP, to each their own taste.

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  2. Wow OP, You'd prefer to just have dinner when you could have had an adventure and learned more about your date when he was younger? I'd have found that interesting.

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  3. "...but for some reason, the hole they kept digging just got deeper and deeper. 'How deep did you bury this thing?" Inez asked. Carl then knocked her unconscious, tied her up, and kept digging until the hole was 8 feet deep. Then he buried her alive. The End."

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  4. ^^ "Written by a zombie."

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  5. I don't see how digging up old books with a spade is adventurous. It sounded to me like this chick didn't want to participate in a fool's errand.

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  6. Eh, it would take him an immensely long time to dig a hole big enough to bury her with a spade.

    The detour to look for old journals sounds harmless and even fun to me, but his determination to do this on a first date would make me seriously question his judgment and personality. Especially when you factor in the paranoia and the fact that an impulse was more important than dinner and his date.

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