To the Editor:
I confess. I watch too many cop shows, read too many mysteries, hear the word “collusion” too many times. When I day dream, sometimes I conjure up movie scenes, bad dialogue and all.
Setting: A corner office. It’s quiet. The American flag flutters outside. A man is browsing through a folder of emails. The intercom rings, he picks up.
We only hear his side of the conversation.
Man: “Hey, how are you? What’s up? Yes, very unfortunate. People in town are extremely upset.. I’m glad no kids were involved but...” [Listening intently].
Man: “Hmmm ... between 30,000 and 60,000. [Listens]. “No, only partially.”
The man listens some more.
Man: “The police are closing in. There are a lot of videos and they’ve narrowed it down.” [Pauses to listen again]. “Yes, They’re very confident....”
He’s interrupted.
Man: “No, they haven’t told me.”
The man squirms, clearly uncomfortable by what he is hearing.
Man: “Not sure that would fly. .... [Listens] Uhhhh ... I appreciate the support but ... there’s a lot of anger out there. I’ve never had more emails or calls about anything before. People are really upset. [Listens] How much? [Listening] “Hmmm. I’ll confer with town council and the chief. Let’s talk late Wednesday, after The Press deadline.”
Video of burning field, superimposed with Facebook commentary.
Setting: It’s Wednesday afternoon. Assistant sticks her head into the corner office.
Assistant: He’s on.
Man: “I pulled it together. An agreement is being drawn up now. Yes, everyone is on board. [Listens] No, it’s sealed. Stop by Friday afternoon to sign the papers. Around 3:30. OK. Bye.”
Narrator:[Rod Serling’s Twilight Zone music plays in the background]. “And so it goes.... another mystery from small town America. Until next time.....”
Fade out.
Jan Rifkinson
New Road, April 29