The Cryptozoologist
I open the door gingerly, magazine tucked under my arm. This building is new to me, I'm not entirely sure where I am. Ah, the common room. This is what I was looking for. But there's already someone here, one of the residents. She glances up as I slide into the dark room. I claim a chair near the door and sit in silence, watching the end of The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe with this college girl I've never met.
Joel had wanted a chance to talk to Swaagh, so he asked me if I minded adjourning for a bit. I didn't. He said there was a short story I should read, so he gave it to me, along with directions to the common room. I'm always happy to read, so I came willingly.
Soon, the credits roll and she sits up to switch on the lamp. She collects her dvd and smiles at me as she leaves. I get up and take the vacated place on the couch. It's wonderfully squishy. Holding The New Yorker under the light, I find my place and settle in to read The Cryptozoologist for the first time.
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