April 18th, 2008

time after time

The light dims finally and we're still standing here, and I'm not grabbing hold of his arm at all. Honest.

I look around, trying to see that kid I spotted before the whole supernatural special effects kick in, but there's no one. At all. The good ol' boys are long gone and the whole diner looks like no one's been ordering the breakfast special for half a century.

I turn back to Lindsey, "Think we can file that under 'weird shit' then?"