The Park, Monday Evening
Fred Dukes sat on one of the park benches, oddly quiet for the normally loud-mouthed Texan.
He was re-reading the letter he'd received in the mail today, even though it really didn't take time to re-read.
'What happened to you?' was all it read. No name, no return address, no stamp.
It was ominous. And creepy.
Fred didn't like it one bit. Eventually he just crumpled it in his fist and threw it at the duck pond.
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He was re-reading the letter he'd received in the mail today, even though it really didn't take time to re-read.
'What happened to you?' was all it read. No name, no return address, no stamp.
It was ominous. And creepy.
Fred didn't like it one bit. Eventually he just crumpled it in his fist and threw it at the duck pond.
[ooc: Open!]