Albert finds himself in the Twilight Zone. |
The Mystery Container I feel the goose egg on the back of my head as I sit up. I don't remember getting hit, but man! How did I get here? Where is here? Last thing I remember, I was at Yogurtini with my cousin, Eddie; I think. I run my tongue over my lips. Yep, choca-mocha. The room is pitch black and smells like a chicken coop. I pull out my Bic, flick it, and explore my surroundings. There are no windows or doors. How in the hell did I get in? A container home? No, just an empty container. About 6 by 9. I feel like a large sardine... “Knock! Knock!” The metallic sound echoes in the steel coffin. "May I come in?" I don't recognize the female voice. "Hello? May I come in?" "I heard you the first time, Miss umm?" "Molly Prinkert, Albert." Her voice is melodic, breathy. "I'm here for our blind date." I must be in The Twilight Zone. "Our what?" "Our date." This is nuts. "I gave you this address?" "Yes. The container at the corner of Arm and Hatchet. I hope you didn't forget." Arm and Hatchet? "'Course not," I say, playing along. "There's no door. If you can find a way in, go for it." "How did you get in, Albert?" I hear her tapping along the exterior walls. "Long story, Molly." My head is throbbing. "Maybe if you can find a can opener. I can wait." "Oh, okay. I'll go see," she says, as her high heels clickily-clacking fade into the distance. I feel a blonde joke coming on and slump against the wall laughing like a drunken audience member at a comedy club. I lick my lips. What was in that choca-mocha? And where the hell is Eddie? |