nooby-banana

Year 2006 (49 years later) There was a faint sound of crushing gravel as the little blue car pulled to a stop in the small parking lot.  An aging man got out of the driver’s side.  He was extremely tall and well built for his age, and his hair was cut short and in varying shades of gray.  A thick matching moustache adorned his slender, kindly face.  Square glasses were perched on his nose. He reached back into the car, pulled out a simple mahogany cane, and with its help made his way over to the other side of the car. He opened the passenger door and helped a young girl out of the car.  This girl was fifteen years old, and skinny and s

It was the summer of 1957, and the night was calm and warm.  The storm clouds from earlier were now just a few harmless puffs on the horizon, but the air still held a faint scent of sweet rain.  A light breeze danced through the woods just outside of town, rustling the leaves of the oaks and maples and birches.  And within these woods were two travelers, seemingly following some unseen path through the growth. “Come on, it’s just a little bit farther,” called the man in the lead.  He had short, scruffy, sandy brown hair and wore large, squarish glasses over his big sky blue eyes. He picked his way through the thick underbrush