Saturday Night Silliness -- Random Musings of a Writer Lady and Her Cat.

  “What did you just say?” Myra asked. “The man on the beach, what did the military do with him?” Myra looked at Wyatt. Wyatt shook his head and instructed her to end the call. Myra nodded. “I don’t know what happened to him. If I did I am sure I would not be at liberty to divulge that information.” “They really do keep you in the basement with all of the other mushrooms don’t they?” The caller laughed before she continued. “They took him away. The military put him on one of their trucks and took him away where he will be kept in isolation until his GRMN2 status has been confirmed. If he has the virus your house guest will be moved to the incubation wards of the nearest hospital. Once his transformation is complete he’ll be sent to Alcatraz until his talents manifest after which time he’ll be sent to Area 51 for testing.” “What are you talking about?” Myra asked. She looked at Wyatt pointedly. “What is she talking about?” Wyatt remained silent. “Wya

  Myra opened one eye. The first thing she saw was the offending empty smoothie container. She fought to remember what she had been doing before she drifted off. Myra lifted a hand to her brow. Glimpsing her sleeve, she opened both eyes and focused. She pushed away the duvet covering her and sat up. Myra found herself still fully dressed in old clothes, she remembered she had been preparing to explore the attic when whatever was in the smoothie had taken effect. She knew she had laid back on the bed and fallen asleep. At some point during the night she managed to pull up two corners of her duvet and cover herself. Myra turned on to her stomach and stretched across the bed for her phone. It was a little after 8:45 am. She sat up and contemplated her options. Although Myra was tired of being in the dark, she wanted to get to the truth without without anyone knowing what she was doing. If she mucked around in the attic this morning, she risked being discovered by Wyat

  Myra waited exactly twenty minutes. She walked to the window and looked outside. A light showed across the patio, disappearing along the beach. She watched as a light came on in the kitchen of the guest house and extinguished a few minutes later. Lights came on upstairs. Wyatt was doing his online chatting from his bedroom tonight. He was probably going to bed after his call ended. Wyatt seemed to tire more easily lately. The sleep would be good for him.She opened the homemade smoothie Wyatt recommended she taste and waited. As anticipated, Wyatt’s bedroom light went out twenty minutes later. Myra waited and watched a bit longer, she wanted to be sure he had retired for the night before she risked turning on anything in the main house. The only way any of this was going to work was if Wyatt knew nothing about her plans. Using the flashlight app on her phone Myra lowered the lamp from her nightstand to the floor before turning it on. She peeked through her blinds on