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Just a walk in the park…

Just finished a new story titled “The Man in the Park” in which our main character Tom is taking his daily walk through the city park and meets a stranger…

He was a husky fellow, a perfect model for the grandfather role in a Norman Rockwell painting. He wore a short sleeved white shirt, with his eyeglass case and a sharpened pencil pointing up in the pocket, presumably for the crossword puzzle.

They sit on the same bench, Tom needing a rest and the stranger reading his newspaper, and chat a bit, as people sometimes do.  Things turn a little strange soon enough, however…

“You seem to read people pretty well.” “Something you learn to do over time, Tom.” “I thought you looked familiar when I first saw you. I apologize though, I can’t recall where I know you from.” “We’ve never met, no need to apologize.” “How did you know my name then?” “It’s my business to know people.” I glanced at his newspaper then, and instead of the usual columns of stories and advertisements, it seemed to be comprised entirely of lists, some in foreign texts that I couldn’t read, unlike any paper I’d ever seen before. “Who are you?” I asked, more intrigued than uneasy. “I’ve gone by many names over the years. Call me Joe, if a name eases your mind.”

Tom is about to experience something that only occurs once in a lifetime, he just doesn’t know it yet…

This is another of my stories that would be a good fit for the old Twilight Zone…is that time machine ready for a test yet? Just drop me off in front of Rod Serling’s office, if you don’t mind.

Sleep well…

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