Adam stood holding the phone for a few moments. He was in a mild shock. Who could that be, he wondered. A man’s voice and it sounded very authoritative. “We know who you are.” What could that mean?
He eventually hung up the phone and went into the bathroom to wash out his socks. He looked at himself in the mirror. Who am I, he thought, that someone would say such a thing.
He hung his socks on the shower curtain pipe to dry, put on his pajamas and his bathrobe, took a beer and put the rest into the refrigerator.
He opened the beer, poured it into a glass and sat staring at nothing as he pondered the events he had just been through. A fire truck that seemed to come out of nowhere when he was about to cross the street, A man in front of the church who gave him a weird look. His boots full of blood but no cuts on his feet or legs. A strange voice on the phone saying “We know who you are.” Who are the “we” who know who I am, he wondered.
Adam kept drinking. He had two more beers before he felt sleepy enough to go to bed.
He awoke in plenty of time to get dressed and go to work, where hw would eventually be stunned by another unexplainable event.
(To be continued.)