Friday is for lemurs:
I get up stupid early. Like 5am stupid early, as I work for a surgeon and on Fridays we see patients even earlier because it's only a half-day.
Yes, I just said I have a half day on Fridays, Done by noon. My life is terrible.
Anyway, moving forward, it pretty much goes without saying that there's no one up and about except for the random police car or possible garbage truck when I'm leaving for work so I'm used to a certain expected solitude and a silence in my routine.
With that said I was walking out to my truck in the pitch dark, mentally going over my morning in my head. As a result I was paying attention to nothing because, well, there's not a lot to pay attention to.
And then I hear it.
This low, slow whistling. The kind of whistling produced by a person.
I don't get the creeps, see?
Doesn't happen.
Truth be told?
I was creeped the fuck out.
Admittedly now, I don't live in the nicest part of town but neither do I live in the worst. It's working class; on average people wake up, go to work at sunrise and come home by sunset.
This was not the case this morning.
I'd made a new friend.
Whoever it was was close, probably within a hundred yards or so but never made a point to show themselves. It was just a slow, ominous tune.
I got in my truck and actually made a point to lock it behind me. I peered about a bit but never could make out the source of my morning serenade. I was somewhat disappointed.
I'm going to make a point to go out at the same time tomorrow morning.
Maybe he can teach me the tune.
I'm off to polo. With no serenaders, thank you.
I get up stupid early. Like 5am stupid early, as I work for a surgeon and on Fridays we see patients even earlier because it's only a half-day.
Yes, I just said I have a half day on Fridays, Done by noon. My life is terrible.
Anyway, moving forward, it pretty much goes without saying that there's no one up and about except for the random police car or possible garbage truck when I'm leaving for work so I'm used to a certain expected solitude and a silence in my routine.
With that said I was walking out to my truck in the pitch dark, mentally going over my morning in my head. As a result I was paying attention to nothing because, well, there's not a lot to pay attention to.
And then I hear it.
This low, slow whistling. The kind of whistling produced by a person.
I don't get the creeps, see?
Doesn't happen.
Truth be told?
I was creeped the fuck out.
Admittedly now, I don't live in the nicest part of town but neither do I live in the worst. It's working class; on average people wake up, go to work at sunrise and come home by sunset.
This was not the case this morning.
I'd made a new friend.
Whoever it was was close, probably within a hundred yards or so but never made a point to show themselves. It was just a slow, ominous tune.
I got in my truck and actually made a point to lock it behind me. I peered about a bit but never could make out the source of my morning serenade. I was somewhat disappointed.
I'm going to make a point to go out at the same time tomorrow morning.
Maybe he can teach me the tune.
I'm off to polo. With no serenaders, thank you.
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Thats the "Professor Xavier is a jerk!" issue! Kitty has been demoted to the New Mutants. Kitty (and Lockheed's) defeat of the Sidrian Hunters under the mansion lead the Professor to reinstate her to the X-Men
I agree, that whole Magik series was so great - evil Nightcrawler really, really upset me! He was so disgusting, so totally opposite of fuzzy elf!
God Loves Man Kills is so dark - really adult and gritty!
I would get lost if I tried to read the restart, but I'm too broken hearted about the whole thing to even try