Cruise



For the A to Z Challenge I generated a list of random words, and I will be writing a short story incorporating those words. Each day a little more of the story will be unveiled. You can read the full story, to date, here. Here we go:
 
Mark stared at the old man, unable to comprehend what he had just heard. Finally, he managed, “I’m sorry, what?”


The old man rose from the bench and walked towards him. He was more spry than his age allowed, and he was within arm’s length faster than Mark expected. 


“I’m you,” the old man repeated. “From the future.” He was slightly stooped and very thin. The suit he wore hung off his frame as if he were just a wire hanger underneath. His hair was thick and white, a little long for what Mark would expect on someone that old, and beneath a forest of gray and white eyebrows, sharp, dark eyes peered back at him.


Mark was at a loss. What do you say to something like that? He couldn’t stop himself from looking around again. This was a prank. It had to be a prank.


“I know this is hard to understand – “


“Really?”


“ – but I need you to believe me.”


“How the hell can I believe you?” Mark wanted to get away, leave this loony whackadoo senior behind. No, he wouldn’t leave him behind. He would cruise on over to campus security, report a senile old man. If it was a prank, he – and whoever was behind it – would get what they deserved. If it wasn’t, they would retrieve him take him to the police or hospital. Either way, it wouldn’t be his problem anymore.


“Mark Alexander Cross. You were born on May 3rd, 1993, Marshall Community Hospital in Marshall, Michigan. Father’s name is Ben Cross. Mother Cheryl. Mother’s maiden name, Payne.”


“So?” Anyone could know this information. It wasn’t hard to find out, although why the old man would go through the trouble of researching him.


“Marshall Elementary School. James Madison Middle School. Marshall High School. You had a dog named Jax who ran away when you were eight. Never saw him again.”


“How do you know all this stuff about me?”


“I told you. I’m you.”

“You can look that all up on the internet.”


“Even Jax?”


“I’m sorry, sir,” Mark said as he adjusted his bag. “I don’t know you, but I think you need some help.”


The old man sighed and looked down at his feet. “Nana. That day with Nana.”

Comments

  1. Great to see your post.

    Beth Lapin
    http://bethlapinsatozblog.wordpress.com/

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  2. OOO, so now I have to know who is Nana. This is coming together really well.

    Brandon Ax: Writer's Storm

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  3. Ooh what happened with Nana? Can't wait to find out.

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  4. Oh you're evil! And then what happens???? Must find out! lol

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