Matt had very few memories of his parents, and he couldn’t tell how many of them were genuine and which were formed by a mix of old photographs and his own imagination.He had always had vivid dreams, too, especially in the last moments between sleep and waking. It was in such a moment that Matt saw his parents at a distance, wrapped in each others arms, just like in his favorite photo of the two. They were wrapped up in each other, as if they had the whole planet to themselves.
As he watched them, he felt a sudden urge to come to them, and began to walk toward them. With the great distance, Matt expected it to take a great deal of time to reach them, but as he walked, the distance closed so quickly that in only a few seconds he was nearly close enough to reach out and touch them. They turned, as if to look at him, but their gaze stopped at something beyond him. He turned around. Someone stood only a few feet from him, but as he looked, his vision blurred, and he couldn’t make out the face.
Alice sat down behind the information desk, exhausted at the end of a full day. In the early afternoon, a school class had come on a field trip to the library, and Alice was the only one available to give them a tour and read to them. Then after school let out, one of the local scout troops had come for some merit badge… something. Somehow it felt like she was catching up on everything else for the rest of the day. But now it was 8 pm, the library was closed, and the doors were locked. She slumped back in the chair, tempted to fall asleep right at the computer.
She looked down at a paper next to the keyboard. She had nearly forgotten about her research on local history. The sticky note had the names of the books Matt Robinson had brought in.
There was something strange about Matt. When he had come in the library that morning, he had been dressed in an outfit that Alice would have described as being appropriate for a mountain-man, and he was accompanied by a young kid of ten or eleven. His attitude had been very direct and determined, though she had assumed that he was a foreigner. He acted like he’d never seen the inside of a library before, and was very conscious of everything happening around him.
“Actually, it’s been a lot of fun to research,” the librarian said. “This has always been a curious little town to me. My Grandparents grew up here and own a house nearby, so I’ve been to visit often throughout my life. When my Grandpa passed away I offered to move in with Grandma so I could attend school here. She’s really independent but she’s grateful for the company.”
A teenage boy stood by, waiting to check out some books. “Oh, excuse me for a minute,” she said, turning to the boy.
Okay, so I’ve mentioned Jer3miah.com and the mystery series they are doing – well, now they’ve challenged us to have a Jer3miah party and send them a short video of the party. We drove down to Manti for it and even hiked up some hills behind the temple to some cave-like ledges. I don’t think we were followed by any GDT folks.
Anyway, here’s the video we did:
By the way, this whole Jer3miah thing has been so much fun that it inspired a few of us to get together and do our own little mystery deal – obviously not nearly as in-depth or as involved as Jer3miah, but we thought it would be fun to do a fun little collaborative mystery story, so we started the Synergetic Novel.
If you’d like, you’re welcome to check it out. It should be fun as it gets going. More to come about that…