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The Boy at the Grocery Store


There's this new guy in town - he works at the little store, Lenny's, on Main. Now, ours is a very tiny little town, people notice when the new guy, especially when he takes a shine to the Cheer-leading Captain of the local high school, whose family has lived in Little Ridge for four generations, and who's dating the Quarterback, whose family is even older. They're an institution, those two, and people notice when someone decides to throw a wrench in the works.

My point is this - I know something that other people around here don't. There's more to this than just some random new kid crushing on the Queen Bee. Because Parker, the Grocery Boy, gets this look in his eye when he looks at Lorrie Wakefield. He looks at her like his next meal, and every time she looks back she looks more and more hypnotized.

I hate knowing all of this, knowing the causes and effects of stuff like this. I hate knowing that every time they make eye contact, he prepares her a little more for when he steals her soul. I hate knowing that, sooner or later, he'll convince her to make a move, and then we'll all be lost. I hate knowing that, when they kiss, and I know that sooner or later they will, it'll all be over, and pretty, bright, happy Lorrie Wakefield will be gone forever.

As the only person around here who knows the score, is it really my duty to do something about this? Should I confront him, and risk one or both of us becoming injured or killed, and throw our sleepy little community into uproar? Can I risk him letting loose, and taking out the whole town?

Or should I just keep quiet, and let nature - or, perhaps, nature's extreme polar opposite - take its course? Can I sacrifice Lorrie Wakefield, and let this Soul-Stealer move on quietly, knowing that I let an innocent girl befall a fate worse than death?

I don't mean to dump on the rest of you, but I'm only seventeen. I shouldn't have to make these decisions, no one should. I need help.

- Joanne (sightbound82)

What Would Rambo Do?




This is where we’re supposed to get help, right?

Okay, here goes: A life, blow-by-blow account of one day in my cursed life.

I’m stuck in a cupboard.

Oh good Lord.

How the hell does this sort of thing even happen? Can anyone answer that, really? I mean, yeah, okay, memories are in tact, the whole selective-amnesia most people seem to be so good at hasn’t kicked in for me yet.

More’s the pity.

I’m twenty-eight, I’m a grown-up. There is no demonic, creepy giant plant thing out there.

Except, and here’s the problem: there bloody well is! I just stuck my head out of the door, and my head was almost chewed off! By a giant flower!

Right. Breath. Come on, Steve, what would Rambo do?

Rambo would have a machete.

Rambo would launch himself from the cupboard with a heroic battle cry, and defeat the botanic menace currently ravaging his living room.

I have a broom handle and a bottle of industrial-strength disinfectant. I don’t even have an overhead light, just the light of my laptop.

Help, guys?

-broomcloset11