The Legend Of The Black Bayoy

“Uh yeah, yeah I\'m listening. I’m turning the recorder on right now, Mr. Taylor.” Dave said as he pushed the record button and readjusted his thin rimmed glasses. He looked around the hospital room for a glass of water and found it on the bed tray with un-touched hospital meatloaf. Taking a swig and then readjusting his tie, he leaned back in his chair and grabbed a legal pad and then clicked his pen.

“Go right ahead Mr. Taylor” said Dave looking ready to write. The truth was he wasn’t going to write much. He was going to let the tape recorder record everything this old man had to say, type it word for word, hand it to him, then collect his check. More or less that was the agreement, so that was what he was going to do. Thinking about all of the graduate homework that actually demands some creativity and some punctuality come soon, made him regret taking this guy up on his offer. But, $5,000 would cover a semester, and it’s only a couple of days work. Besides, this guy\'s got what, a week or two to live; he won’t care if it’s that good or not.

Mr. Taylor elevated his seat to make himself level with the young man. At first he was looking dow

They laid next to each other in a single king sized bed. Across from them stared about a hundred little carved people about six inches high, all smiling and neatly placed. They were very detailed and the stained with colors to make them look as real as possible. The boys slept uneasily that night as their new found friends watched over them.

“This is the police department, who is this?” sounded back a female operator.

“Just a quarter a mile away down this path or half a mile on the road.” Frank said with his mouth now full.

“Go, I’ll hold them off.” Tim screamed pushing her forward. He then turned; standing on his one good leg he saw them. They were all yellow and knarled. There fingers where twisted and their faces were aged beyond human years. The were slumped over, but still moving at great speed. Mr. Pin had his top hat still on and his eye spectacle in place. His nose and ears were larger than normal. His hair was white now and stringy. His tailored suit, which once fit perfectly, was now too large for his body.

“Drive Charlie” said Tim as he jumped in. “Drive!” he said again. Charlie only froze, starring forward.

After a while though the cigarettes and music weren’t keeping him a wake, it was the snoring. His brother was doing his best imitation of a gargling tiger in his sleep. To fend off this annoying beast Charlie grabbed his jacket and began to press on Tim’s face. But in that second of distraction a figure appeared in front of the car. Out of the corner of Charlie’s’ eye he saw it, but he didn’t have time to swerve and miss it. Knocking it full on, the figure rolled over the car, hitting the passenger windshield, and then bounced off the back of the car, finally settling on the ground. Charlie, stopped the car, but could do nothing else. Then he un froze for a second, and looked over to the passenger seat. There among the moon lit shards of glass he saw a woman’s bloody shoe.

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