Woods Part 3

Basil set his glass of water down on the counter. His counter. In his own apartment.

Glen had to be crazy. He had to be. Hah, but then, Basil would be crazy too, because he heard the bird speak himself.

He also knew all about the crazy outings Glen went on. He needed none of that crap, now more than ever. Basil had been to the hell they called jail. Honestly, it was hell. Maybe he was only there for a day, but he knew how to get his facts straight. He needed to test how serious Glen was about this thing.

And so far? All Basil had was a rushed explanation of a crazy story, and a deadline missed and unchallenged. Didn't seem too plausible right now.

But this was also unlike Glen as a whole. Where the frig was he? It was actually not up to his strict standards. Usually, he kept the crazy appointments he made. Basil could bet he'd already forgotten the whole thing. At least, he thought so...

But what if Glen believed all this crazy stuff? What would that make Basil? A friend who wouldn't listen? Oh, that would be rich, spinning him around to become the crappy friend.

Basil sighed. Naw, here's what he'd do: he'd wait until midnight. If Glen showed up, he'd listen. But if he didn't show up, he'd stomp right up to that loser's door and demand to see him.

But what if he wasn't even there?

Well, then, Basil thought, maybe he isn't crazy, if that happens. If he ain't found by morning, he thought, I'll just report his little "episode," and continue his investigations.

There was no question about it: they were both insane.



Here's a short part three! Get ready for part four! Guess whose point of view we'll be seeing from next.....

In the next installment! Heheh.

~Polar