I'm a little concerned. I haven't seen Chuck around for a few weeks. Last weekend I sat outside and drank coffee for an hour and a half, hoping he'd show up. He didn't. I even went behind the shed and called his name quietly. Nothing. I hope everything's alright.
I haven't seen Puck since that first visit either. No little voices in the back yard. I wonder what's up.
Well, when I say I haven't seen Puck, that may not be true. I was in the bookstore a couple of weeks ago and I swore I saw Puck out of the corner of my eye, by the graphic novels. I walked over there and looked around, but I didn't see him again. Then, last week, in Lafayette, Louisiana, I could have sworn I saw, just for an instant, Puck sitting at the bar at Prejeans. It was across the restaurant, and I was on my second glass of Pinot, but I swear he was sitting there staring at me with this huge smile. I blinked, though, and he was gone.
Probably nothing. Probably just my mind playing tricks on me. Still, I keep getting this funny feeling that something's not right.
P.S. - I posted a story on my cogito writing site. It's called Diligence. It's a business story, and may be a little boring for 99.99% of the planet. Check it out, if you'd like to. Thanks for stopping by.
