Fog at 9:30 p.m.

Posted on November 20, 2007 in Encounters

Outside: fog. The thick kind that when you shine a light through it makes you think that the aliens have landed and are about to begin inserting probes in your nether regions. A lone drive in a white pickup truck goes from building to building, looking at the signs and the numbers. He finally makes a left onto my street as I am heading towards the truck to find my cel phone.

“Hello, can I help you?”

He’s Middle-Eastern or Italian, thickly gaunt, wearing a baseball cap of a color and a letter that I don’t recognize. He tells me a number. I point to it on the building next to him.

I go out to my truck, fail to find my phone, and retrace my steps. The stranger has parked his vehicle with the motor running and gone upstairs to knock on the door. I look in the back and see a trail bike, laying on its side like a lion in the sun.