Pup and Ice sitting at their breakfast nook; it’s early morning and while drinking their coffee, Pup has been reading Ice’s latest issue, which he’d written & printed the night before.

 

 

 

David Bradley, just your everyday guy, writing stories on his blog, dabbling in the supernatural, playing around with ‘Twilight Zone’ backgrounds and the like, just a normal, everyday guy suddenly finding himself in the middle of the Twilight Zone, trying to figure out if it’s of his own making or -

 

Pup takes a sip from her coffee, tosses the sheet of paper on the table, and looks at Ice.

 

What do you think? He asks.

 

Another one of those ‘cliff-hangers?’

 

I ran out of room, didn’t want to make it too long.

 

Whatever.

 

Ok – let’s get it out in the open – what’s the problem?

 

I don’t know Ice – it just lacks ….

 

Reality? He finishes for her – as he finishes his coffee and sets the cup down on the table.

 

Yeah, she says - while wiping invisible crumbs off the table.

 

My opinion too – he says – looking away in a wistful manner.

 

So – did you submit it?

 

Yeah.

 

Comments?

 

Belle said – you always leave us hanging Ice.

 

Whit - made a play on all the ‘cliffhanger’ aspects.

 

Bella – wondered about did I miss the reunion or not?

 

When he paused to pour more coffee, Pup said – they like your writing.

 

And I like writing too – Pup – but – I feel like there’s another element that I could bring to the white screen – and – I think I came up with it last night – while dozing 8 hours of my life away.

 

Oh yeah – what’re you going do – skydive with a live mike or something?

 

Amazingly – you’re close, he said – smiling.

 

What do you mean, she asked – her curiosity aroused.

 

I’m going home.

 

Going home?

 

Yeah, I’m driving down to Henson Junction today.

 

So… what’re you going to do – drop in on your sister, the one that never calls – even on your birthday?

 

Nah, she can wallow in her own negatively – I’m going to pay a visit to Madame Lin.

 

Madame Lin?  You said she wasn’t real.

 

Not by that name she’s not, he said, as he stood and stretched, but back in the day there was this old woman who lived right outside of town-

 

Pup laughs out loud and interrupts Ice - With a pack of German Shepard dogs I suppose.

 

Well no, but she did have dogs, but they were just mongrels.

 

You did tell me this woman; this ‘Madame Lin character’ was an imaginary person – Pup says with an exaggerated pout on her face.

 

Are you upset Pup?  Ice walks over to the Pupster - putting his arm around her.

 

Laughing, she gives him a kiss on the cheek, and brushes her hair from her face, all the while – while saying – I should of known – because like you say ‘there’s always a grain of truth to an active imagination.’

 

Anyway – she continues – what’s the plan?

 

Simple – he says – I’m going to visit the ol bat – if she is still alive or there – and when I call you – I want you to put the phone on ‘speaker,’ so – you can record my conversation with her.

 

Pup looks at him, a smile slowly coming forward; hey Ice - she says – why don’t I ‘type’ the conversation we have - on the little white screen as it happens?

 

‘Brilliant’ – Ice says – especially since you can type so fast – it will work great.  A ‘real, live, happening.’  Sort of a ‘man on the street’ thing, yes?

 

Knock off that ‘yes’ crap, you know I hate you ending sentences that way.

 

Ice laughs and gets up – saying – I better get around, I want to get there before dark you know – and gives her his best impression of the Twilight Zone’ theme song.

 

Pup looks at him and almost as if a ‘rational moment’ was passing through her - she asks; but there’s not going to be anyone there.. Ice.  This is just going to be a wasted trip.

 

You know us –he says with a devilish wink – we don’t do things the conventional way – then adds – don’t worry Pup, I’m pushing the envelope a little here – but something tells me this trip won’t be wasted.

 

 

 

Pup – do you have the phone on speaker?

 

Yes-Ice.

 

And typing-

 

I’m putting your words AND mine on the white screen - as they happen. ---NOW – tell me where you are and what’s going on?

 

It was a brilliant idea to come out here; I’d never believed it without seeing it with my own eyes.

 

Seeing what Ice?

 

Madame Lin of course. 

 

Shit!

 

What?

 

I said shit!  You can’t be serious.  She can’t still be alive?

 

I am and she is.

 

And how can you prove it?

 

You want to talk to her?

 

I said do you want to talk to her?

 

I heard you.  Ice - don’t play me.

 

You know I wouldn’t.

 

She was there – at the old house?

 

Yes, and get this - she expected me.

 

Ice…did you find one of your pot stashes?

 

I wish.

 

Where is she now?

 

At the house.

 

Are you in danger?

 

I don’t know for sure, but I don’t think so.

 

What do you mean you don’t know for sure?

 

Exactly what I said; it’s a fluid situation - girl friend.

 

Do you need to get out of there?

 

No, maybe, but I’m not going to.  She’s brewing tea.

 

Jesus Christ Ice! – An old hag boiling water and making tea, who may or may not be dangerous – get out of there – NOW!

 

Wait a minute.  Here she comes.  Remember if she talks on the phone – get it on the screen.

 

Ok, ok.

 

S-P-E-C-I-A-L ----- B-U-L-L-E-T-I-N

 

Pup and Ice will be back with the rest of their ‘Special Man on the Street Report’ – after this message from our sponsors.

 

Stay Tuned!

 

Ice