My third effort for Cormac's weekly FFF challenge.
This story came to me one bit and a couple of pieces at a time. It came so hard, I was sure I had bitten off more than I can chew when I indicated I would write a seperate story using each of the three starters. I had planned to keep this one to 250 words, but well, 250 words is more difficult sometimes than I think it is.
Welles says, "In the distance I saw all kinds of birds circling over something, but I couldn't tell what from where I was."
This starter could be taken almost anywhere. I ended up with this.
Will wasn't about to be hurried. He turned and looked at Sap. "Didn't do anything. I came here."
"You left him out there?"
"Odd thing though." Wilfred set his empty mug down. "I weren't the first one to find Gil."
"How do you know?"
"Well sir, found a couple of tire tracks leadin from the old tote road right up to Gil's body. Fresh too. Had to be after that rain we had this morning."
"What kind of tracks? Did you call the cops?" Sap was caught now. He was even thinking a second beer might be needed.
Wilfred turned and looked at Sap with disgust. "Some kinda motorcycle or pedal bike they use in the woods I'm guessin........and I just told you I called the cops. Pay attention ferchrisakes. Matter a fact, I'm supposed to meet up with them shortly to show them where Gil is. Figured I needed stop first for some, what do they call it now, hydration?" Wilfred grinned.
Just then the front door swung open. As it is in every small bar in every small burg of the World, every eye in the place turned to see who was coming in. Two figures were standing in the bright back light of the open door. They were laughing as they looked around for a place to sit. Two mud spattered young men settled into a booth along the wall behind Wilfred and Sap. Their skin tight shorts and yuppie watches told everyone these guys were mountain bikers from away. Everyone turned back to what they were doing and ignored them.
Wilfred finished his beer and again extricated himself from the bar stool. His bones whined and complained as he straightened up. He turned to Sap. "Want to head up with me to meet the cops?"
Sap looked down at the last gulp of beer in his mug. He wasn't sure viewing or worse, smelling the rot of a large dead body in the woods was a good idea. His stomach was skittish around that kind of thing. But he grabbed his beer and drained what was left. Hopping off his stool, he said, "Yeah....Sure. Why not?"
He and Wilfred headed to the parking lot. A car with Massachusetts plates was parked next to Wilfred's old Chevy Blazer, Two mud covered bikes were secured into the racks on top of it. Sap looked the bikes over as he walked around to the passenger side of the Blazer. Something caught his eye. He began to open the passenger door, when suddenly he slammed it shut. Turning he studied the car from Massachusetts.
"Will..........Uh hey Wilfred."
Wilfred had already settled in behind the wheel and was fumbling with his keys. He looked through the passenger window. "What? Come on Sap, we gotta go."
Stepping back, Wilfred considered this for a moment. Finally he looked at Sap and said, "Damn tourists and their souvenirs."
And yeah, that's a picture of my bike. But I ain't from away. And I ain't from Eustis either. Although I once had a sticker on my old Datsun pickup that said. "Get Useless in Eustis." It was from a tittie bar there I absolutely do not remember visiting.
Until next time...........................................