a Knife?...Searching for Bigfoot Tuesday Tales

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy Tuesday and time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week I take you a new paranormal WIP, Finding Love and Bigfoot- a part of my Critter Getter series.  For our journey to the unknown, I present the word prompt "knife".


 
“There is no way you just said…bigfoot.” Kalista said solemnly, almost under her breath, still inspecting the muddied, bloody smudges all over her car window. “You wouldn’t get a crazier response from me if you had come at me with a knife.”
 “Yes, I did, Kalista, and I’m not joking.” Caleb said just as earnestly, admiring the evidence all over the glass. “By the way, I’m not the violent type. The only knife I use is a fillet knife on the catfish.”
“I know tracking bigfoot is a big part of your business, and I’m sure tourists pay good money for a spooky thrill, but, seriously, you can be truthful with me. Your secret is safe.”
Owen interjected into the conversation, his eyes dancing eagerly . “We’ve been tracking bigfoot for years. We know he exists, just like so many other people around the country believe. Oklahoma isn’t the only place for sightings.  As a matter of fact, the only state not having a spotting is Hawaii.” He paused, looking directly in her direction, opening his mouth as if gathering something convincing to say.
“It would take a lot more than smudges and campfire stories to make me a believer.” Kalista shook her head, waving her hand, shooing away any possibility.
 Owen’s face suddenly flushed a strange shade of red, a measure of defeat monopolizing his expression. Beads of sweat brought on by a combination of the sticky humidity and his excitement formed on his upper lip. Instead of addressing Kalista again, he fidgeted his feet and averted his gaze back toward the car.  “I’ll go get the camera.” Owen took off back toward the cabin.
“Wow, I think you hurt his feelings, Kal. He stopped straight up trying to explain himself to you.” Leandra cocked her head to one side, deep in retrospection. Ticking off items on her fingers, she thoughtfully addressed Caleb.  “So, we have a chewed up fish, something trailing us back to the cabin, and now nasty prints all over the car.” She gestured toward the smears. “You’re positive there isn’t a more, ahem, conventional explanation?”
 
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Comments

V.L. Locey said…
Seems all the monsters come out in October! Nice intro to a promising, and by the sounds of it, fun story.
Lindsay said…
Love the last line
Unknown said…
Ooh, I smell a Bigfoot...
Well done.

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