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Presidents' Day
Rod Tanzol
“What happened? Where is she?” he thought while he lay unconscious in a ditch. I’m just kidding. He was sick in bed. His mind was elsewhere.
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Cisco was dressed in a red coat and a Mountie's hat. He was a Filipino Dudley Doright in all respects. The telegraph was beeping. Cisco interpreted the tonal message, “A hoard of white rabbits are surfacing ten miles from the Montana boarder. All special-op agents report!”
He hopped onto his horse and galloped away. He arrived almost instantly. Thousands of white rabbits were popping out of several holes. Cisco, on his horse, chased all of them away. They hopped back into America. He waited for a few moments. Nothing happened until a strangely dressed rabbit popped out of a hole repetitively screaming, “I’m late!”
It disappeared into a different hole very quickly. He watched the hole it came from though. A pale girl in a nightgown with dark hair emerged. It was Sarah.
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Cisco awoke to a loud television. His older brother had stopped home from college to check on him. Really, his brother just stopped by to raid the fridge and make sure his brother had not croaked over. It was the greatest amount of sincerity that fraternal love provided. Cisco got up when his brother left. He went to his computer and sent a message to Sarah’s phone. She would not be home from shopping for some time.
When Sarah got home, she skyped Cisco and laughed at him. “That’s how my dream on Halloween ended,” she explained.
“Let me check the chat logs. We still typed everything to each other in October, yes?” he asked, and then awaited her response.
“I typed to you in the afternoon while you played Counter-Strike. We skyped in the mornings before school though,” she explained. “Actually, we didn’t really start skyping each other that much until Rod got lazy trying to simulate instant messages and found written dialogue much easier to write…” she coughed. She corrected herself before Cisco could process what she said, “I mean you kicked your CS habit because you love me so much.”
Cisco acted as if he understood every word she said. He professed, “Yes, Sarah, I love you! Can you tell me anything else about our dream? I’m too lazy to check the logs.”
She detailed everything she could remember, “Well, it was 1995; Nikki turned into the rabbit, and I was freaking out more because I hate the past rather than because I travelled through time and Nikki became an animal.”
“Is 1995 significant?” he inquired.
“I don’t think so… God is just cracked out,” she said.
“That explains it all!” he exclaimed. He then asked, “Which of us is going to have the dream next? It feels like one of those strange subplot things in a zany mellow-drama.”
“I thought it meant that I should meet you in Canada before we go insane from loneliness,” she asserted.
“That’s funny,” Cisco laughed.
“I think it’s funny that we’re talking about getting me to Canada when it’s Presidents' Day here in the US!” she laughed fearing that the government was watching her.
“Goodnight! I love you! I feel sick. Bye!” he exclaimed almost passed out.
“I love you. G’night, even though it’s only 9:00 PM,” Sarah giggled.
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