The Beach Scene
Published by Albert Berg at Smashwords
Copyright 2010 Albert Berg
April 1, 2006
Walter died today. Found out this morning over breakfast. Suicide. Walter. I'm still trying to wrap my mind around it. Suicide. Walter wasn't suicidal. I know that, know it for a fact.
But he is dead. Why? I am not foolish enough to suspect “foul play” as they say in the mystery stories. No one cares enough about a community college art teacher to murder him. But suicide?
Something is wrong here. Very wrong.
April 2, 2006
I didn't realize until this morning that yesterday was April Fools day. Some kind of sick joke? But that's not like Walter either. He was a little crazy, but not that kind of crazy. Still I keep half expecting to pick up my voice and hear his voice yell, “Gotcha!” But it is no joke. I know he is dead.
Got a package today. From Walter. Scary considering what I wrote about expecting him to call. I can't express the chill I got when I saw his name on the label. A message from the dead. Surely it's not a good Omen.