Part Two Of The Lake Demon Episodes 70 to 75

Episode 75 of The Lake Demon by Ken David Stewart

Garry turned towards his left the direction that he heard the voice come from. From a light streaming out from a window on the ward Garry could make out an old well used park bench. ”Mind if I join you?” asked Garry.
“Sure, this bench is a four seater for regular size people but only a two seater for extra-large guys. We have a couple of really big guys on the ward now. What’s your name, buddy?”
“Garry Phelge.”
“Hi, I’m Wally Stanfield. So what brings you to our delightful facility?”
“Oh, I was just in the neighborhood and thought I’d check out the place,” answered Garry removing a Marlborough from its pack. “Man I hate these soft packs. They get crushed so easily and the cigarettes break. Would you like one?”
“I’d love to have a Marlborough. I haven’t’ smoked one in years,” said Wally.
Wally Stanfield was also in his early twenties. He had a stocky build, wore bifocal glasses and when he wore his baseball cap wally bore a striking resemblance to Michael moore the documentary film maker.
“Okay, now all joking aside what’s your real story? Don’t worry. I’ll tell you mine and I’m not easily shocked.”
Garry leaned over and lit Wally’s Marlborough with his Marilyn Monroe lighter.
“I was a Greyhound bus on my way to visit my aunt and uncle in Kelowna. Sometime during the ride I got the shit kicked out of me by one of the other passengers. I just remember a fat, red neck, neo-fascist bastard that must have punched me in the face about twenty times. For an encore he kicked me in the ribs with his steel toe construction boots. The next thing I was aware of was the police taking me to the hospital.”


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