by Mickey Hunt
"Your aunt wrote to me about the strange happenings
at the Swan Mountain Retreat Center. She
said they foreshadowed the potential end of all humanity.”
“Holy Moley! The end of all humanity?” I pulled off to the side and a car blared its horn as it flew by. “She never told me. It’s worse than I guessed.”
“You don’t think she exaggerated?”
I shook my head. “Mr. Jonathan T. Barron, be real careful there. My Aunt Ilana never exaggerates. The end of humanity. Whew.” I put the truck in gear and resumed our drive.
"O-kay,” he said. “Trash raided, dogs and cats eaten, mangled birds lying on the ground, the larder broken into and food stolen. Wild screams in the darkness." He removed a photograph from his pocket and flashed it to me. "What do you think this is?"
“Holy Moley! The end of all humanity?” I pulled off to the side and a car blared its horn as it flew by. “She never told me. It’s worse than I guessed.”
“You don’t think she exaggerated?”
I shook my head. “Mr. Jonathan T. Barron, be real careful there. My Aunt Ilana never exaggerates. The end of humanity. Whew.” I put the truck in gear and resumed our drive.
"O-kay,” he said. “Trash raided, dogs and cats eaten, mangled birds lying on the ground, the larder broken into and food stolen. Wild screams in the darkness." He removed a photograph from his pocket and flashed it to me. "What do you think this is?"