Adolescent Infatuation, Interlude

Ring ring.


“Hi, Is this Roger?”

Roger put down his sandwich.

“Um, yes.”

“Hi, this is Beth Azure. From school, remember?”

“Oh yeah. How are you?”

“Look, I’m running for class president this Spring. I’m calling everyone in class to vote for me.”

“Sure thing, Baby.”



“Er, sorry. You got my vote!”

“Ok, Roger,” she said, “Have a good weekend.”

Com’n, Roger, have some guts!

“Hey, Beth? Beth!”

Too late. She hung up. That’s ok. Just talk to her at school.


Unseen, having targeted him and followed him home, a certain personality was standing behind Roger. He had been with Roger since he had joined the school paper.

Sorry, kid. You don’t chase us. We chase you.

A member of the Unlisted Group, recommended through the former Head Coach, at Luthar’s insistence, he was hired to monitor. He was asked to watch and every now and again, keep Roger out of trouble. Out of Luthar’s way. It might not always be advice that should be heeded, but advice nonetheless.

Covering the various reported hauntings was advised against, but Roger did it anyway. Deciding to call back Beth right now, instead of waiting, would be foolish. But Roger wouldn’t hear that either.

From “Fall from Autumnway” from the curiously long book of short stories, I am lettuce, who are you?

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Author: Isaac Craft

My name is Isaac Craft. I've got a bachelors in Mass Communications, an Associates in Graphic Design, and I'm an aspiring novelist.

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