Life
BODEGA BAY
Melanie Daniels' auto, driven by Mitch Brenner, incontinently drove down from the Brenner home, which was girdled by catcalls. The sight of these catcalls gave those driving jitters. Seagulls and crows, portentous creatures, were presumably preparing for their coming attack. The color of catcalls is black and argentine, colors loved by graveyard ghosts. Their beaks were extremely sharp, like razors. Cawing far and wide the evil sounds of fallen foreseers. The bodies are more ready to attack than to fly down. And all this under a blue sky with no sun. Only the shadows were visible and in them were people's dreams of escape. At first the vehicle drove sluggishly so as not to scarify the catcalls, but also it increased its speed. After driving along the bay, the exiles reached the main part of Bodega Bay. The city was vacated because nearly all its occupants had left, fleeing from the catcalls and their possible attacks. Mitch wanted to fill up the gas tank. still, he could not because the gas station was destroyed after the recent gasoline explosion. Mitch drove southbound. He stopped near John Stanley's house. The man knew that his old friend had decided to stay in Bodega Bay despite the whole raspberry thing. John Stanley boarded up all the windows in the house. Mitch got out of the auto alone. This loneliness was ontologically bitter. The theories of dreams was lost. Mitch felt not only an epicurean, but also a stoic and a unbeliever in one. One could only dream of eudemonia. The logical bodies of actuality were called crows then and now. The man felt the pure ethics of history within him. His family and mama , as well as the injured Melanie, stayed in the auto. Mitch knocked on the door of his friend's house doubly, also chimed the doorbell. After a while, John Stanley, a forty- time-old man, blond, six bases altitudinous, came out. A discussion began between the musketeers. – We survived a raspberry attack moment. They tried to break into our house. The catcalls entered the garret room. I am taking Lydia and Cathy and Miss Daniels to San Francisco. Melanie Daniels suffered the most because the catcalls pecked her. She's injured and I am taking her to the sanitarium, Mitch said. – There was also a raspberry attack in my house. I hid in the basement, I allowed it was safe there. They tried to damage the boards with which I covered the house's windows and doors with their beaks. We have not heard any catcalls in this area for about an hour. perhaps they are gone for good. Mitch, look how they damaged the frontal door. They nearly got outside- John noticed the door, riddled with holes from seagulls and crows. – From what I have noticed, the most dangerous are white suckers and black crows, ” Mitch said, adding after a moment. – What are you going to do next? – utmost of the residers of Bodega Bay have left the city. perhaps indeed everyone. I will leave moment too. I will stay for the machine to San Francisco. To tell you the verity, I am hysterical of these catcalls. I do not know why they bear this way, perhaps they're sick with commodity, some complaint, which causes increased aggression- John suspected. – Quiet! hear! – the youthful counsel Brenner cried in horror. – It's the crows again, you can hear the cawing. They're coming then again. also there will be an attack. You must run, my friend, or you'll suffer the fate of Miss Annie Hayworth, who was pecked to death by catcalls in front of the academy structure, said Mitch. – Do not stay for the machine, just get in Miss Daniels' auto. There's one further empty seat in the reverse. We will give you a lift to San Francisco. – Fine, I will go with you. I will not take any chances walking towards the machine stop. These catcalls are a real horror, confessed the forty- time-old. While the men were talking to each other, Mitch's mama , Lydia, came veritably nervous. She wanted to leave this accursed place. She was hysterical that the catcalls might attack again, this time the auto, hitting the window with their sharp beaks. The woman noticed the unheroic lovebirds that Cathy kept in Cathy's pen. The mama said to her son. – Cathy. Let's release these parrots, they're catcalls too. – Yes, I know. mama, please don't. They're innocent, the parrots have not done anything wrong to anyone and will not do anything, Cathy said. – Leave the parrots alone, please. ” said Melanie, having recaptured knowledge. Their discussion was intruded by Mitch and John, who soon came to the auto. John sat in the reverse in the last available seat. The auto soon left Bodega Bay. On the way to San Francisco, another seagull flew in through Miss Daniels' slightly open auto window. The raspberry was carrying aggressively, flying each over the auto and going crazy. He foisted a head crack on Mitch's mama , Lydi Brenner. Blood flowed from the crack. The trippers had no redundant tapes, so they used one from Miss Daniels's no longer bleeding leg. A raspberry nearly caused an accident. Mitch slammed on the thickets, seized the nasty little raspberry and threw it out of the auto. This was the last time the Brenners and Miss Melanie Daniels saw the catcalls at Bodega Bay. After an hour, the vehicle was formerly in San Francisco. Mitch first went to the sanitarium so that croakers could take care of his injured friend. After dressing the crack, Melanie returned to her home. Mitch's mama and family decided to temporarily live in a counsel's apartment in San Francisco. Time after time, I heard reports about catcalls from Bodega Bay and several neighboring municipalities on the radio. After a week, the catcalls stopped all attacks. The situation in the harborage city on the bay has calmed down, the crows have flown down, and so have the seagulls. It was like ahead again. residers returned to Bodega Bay. The Brenners decided to vend their house in Bodega Bay and buy an apartment in Los Angeles. Ever they didn't want to return to the city marked by portentous catcalls. In March 1964, Melanie decided to marry Mitch. The woman was in love with him from the veritably morning. The marriage took place at one of the notorious venues in Las Vegas. Guests from San Francisco were invited, including Melanie's father- the proprietor of a well- known American review, and the counsel's family the bachelor, family and mama . After the marriage form in one of the churches in Las – I am glad you married Mitch, congratulations. You are no longer Miss Daniels, you areMrs. Brenner. – I flash back you saying, Lydia, that your biggest fear was being alone. Are not you lonely out there in your new place in Los Angeles? – Melanie asked. – It's fully different in a big megacity than in Bodega Bay. There are numerous lodestones , you can go to the cinema, gallery, demesne or eatery in the evening. Cathy goes to a new academy, has new musketeers. Everything worked out, Lydia said. – I heard that numerous people have moved down from Bodega Bay since the attacks of these catcalls. numerous residers vended their homes or simply left them. Children and people suffered the most, especially when catcalls tried to kill them after academy. The trauma and fear remains, and that is why people do not want anything to do with Bodega Bay, Melanie said. – occasionally, when I am alone, I wonder whether the catcalls might attack again in the future. Was this irruption final? I do not know, similar unwelcome studies come to mind, Lydia said. – Please do not suppose, it happed and it's gone. – replied the bridegroom. Vegas, a discussion began between Lydia Brenner and Melanie. In 1965, Melanie gave birth to Mitch's only son, who was named Mary. The parents didn't return to Bodega Bay for times, and therefore didn't suppose back to those catcalls from 1963. They also noway told their son about this raspberry irruption. Mary was a veritably bright pupil at a council in San Francisco. From an early age she showed outstanding verbal capacities. Mary was interested in the German language, she graduated in German Philology in Los Angeles and after scale she stayed at the university as a exploration and tutoring hand. Melanie and Mitch spent numerous times together. Melanie Brenner passed away in 1990 after a serious illness with cancer, and Mitch failed five times latterly from a heart attack. 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