There’s a word for when you can’t think of the word you want to use. Fittingly I couldn’t think of it when I titled this page.
I totally forgot to say anything before the fact, not that it matters really, but Between Failures turned 2 years old on November 25th. So, there you go.
So I’m talking to the new neighbors about their new backyard renovations and the husband suggests that I go check it out for myself. They’ve built a pretty impressive outdoor pool, with several faux rock formations. They are newly poured, and I guess they must not have been paying very close attention because a pipe has leaked. A section of the new concrete has washed away. In the little indention where water is beginning to pool I can clearly see the corpses of two people. They’ve long since gone bad, but it looks as though they’ve been purposefully encased in the structure.
Instinctively I realize that if I react to what I’ve seen I might end up joining these grinning cadavers. So I wander casually back over to the couple. I make a little small talk then politely excuse myself. I’m sweating profusely, but it’s a warm day and they don’t seem to suspect anything. In a few moments I’m on the phone to the police, stressing that time is of the essence here. If they realize what I’ve seen they might have enough time to remove the bodies. I decide to get my cell phone, park my car across the street from their house, and observe them until the police arrive.
I wait for quite a while, then suddenly the man dashes through the back gate into the front yard. He’s looking around frantically. The police turn down the street just as he starts to head toward my house. He sees them, then looks at my car. I lean out the window, grin, and wave. Pointing at my face I mouth the words “All me baby” and point at the cop car. I watch as the man’s face melts from surprise into anger and horror.
Just after that I wake up.