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"The professor leaned forward and spoke quietly, "Allison has been here
for a very long time. Longer than me. I heard she did not arrive as a child, but she passed before her parents,
and now she's waiting for them. I pretty positive that they had come, a long time ago and have already been recycled." . Page 6 <<Page Back . Back to Stories Page>>
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"Then she'll be here forever? Waiting?"
"She already has. She may be insane by now."
We spent the rest of that night discussing theology and making up new theories that could explain our existence,
and how to save Allison from eternal nothingness. We didn't come up with any solutions, but I decided to take her
fishing. If we couldn't save her, at least we could help her have some fun.
The next afternoon, we were on our way to a small lake that was a few miles from the professor's. We got our fishing
gear from a sports store down the street. Of course we didn't have to pay for anything, it's just there for the
taking.
After an hour of sitting and waiting, I started to think of grandma Allison and got an idea, "Allison?"
"What Maury?" she replied in a bored sleepy voice.
"How long have you been here?"
"I don't know."
"What do you remember about "the before times."
"Just that I miss mom and dad."
"And Johnny?" I asked.
She looked up, "Johnny..." she whispered, "Johnny, should be fine at home. I'm waiting for mom and
dad, they should be here soon. Did you tell him about Johnny?" She looked toward the Professor.
"No, we didn't talk about him at all," the professor replied with a lie.
"Then how do you know...?"
"Johnny's my uncle, and he died 15 years ago. His grandparents, your parents died over 20 years ago. Your
my great-great grandma and your parents have already come and gone."
Allison looked out toward the water for a minute, not saying a word.
"Well, it's nice to meet you...sonny boy!" Came here eventual reply. Just then she got a tug on her line.
"What do I do! What do I do!" She shouted in a laughing frenzy of excitement.
"Try to be calm. Reel it in nice and slow. Nice and slow, don't go too fast or you'll break the line. Nice
and slow." Before I knew it she had a one foot fish hanging from her line.
"You get it, I don't want to touch it...it's icky!" She said with widest smile and the brightest eyes
I've ever seen.
I had just put the fish on-shore and was taking the hook out of its mouth when I heard a familiar thunder clap.
I saw Allison's grin for the last time, as she and the Professor transformed into blue flashes of energy. The two
blue flashes combed the ground and dissipated into the earth.
Just as they faded away, I heard the thunder again and I was being engulfed by the blue light myself. My entire
body tingled as I transformed.
That was the last thing I can remember.
The little girl playing on the tire swing that hangs from one of my branches, reminds me of Allison.
The End
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