Orange Peels
By CB Celwriter
For Aidan
"Shh," whispered a voice in my right ear. I turned to see Ellen
crouched in the bush behind me. She was dressed in Army green from head to toe.
Her long brown hair was pulled back in a tight, high ponytail and black and
green face paint covered her usual tan skin.
"What are you doing?" I started to ask, but she hushed me again.
Following her signal, I made sure no one was watching and joined Ellen behind
the shrubbery.
"Don’t tell the FBI, they’re out to get ," she said.
"What’d you do this time, Ellen?" I asked.
"You know that tag on the mattress that says do not remove under penalty
of law?" she started.
"Let me guess, you cut it off?" I interrupted, rolling my eyes.
"They don’t really mean it." She shook her head.
"No, silly, I cut a slit in the mattress above it so I could hide my
diary."
"I didn’t know keeping your personal life a secret was against the
law," I responded.
"It isn’t, but using a stolen knife to do it is." I lifted my
eyebrow at her. "Well," she explained. "This guy dropped his
Swiss Army knife on his way past my house the other day. Rather than chase after
him, I decided to keep it."
"I don’t think the FBI would get involved in a petty case like
that."
"And they wouldn’t have if the knife’s owner hadn’t spied on the
president at Camp David last month."
"Now you’re pulling my leg."
"It’s the truth, I swear!" Ellen protested.
"Fine," I said. "So why was the spy at Camp David?"
"He stole some orange peels," she replied coolly.
"Why would anyone want orange peels, of all things?"
"It was a cure for cancer, silly, not completely yet, but very
close."
"So, let me get this straight." I took a deep breath and sighed.
"The FBI is after you because you cut open your mattress with a knife
belonging to someone who tried to terrorize Camp David by stealing orange peels
that would become a cure for cancer?"
"Yes, and I best be going because they’re on my trail." She
disappeared into the bushes and I returned to my park bench, trying to return to
peacefully enjoying my afternoon. Needless to say, I was interrupted.
A tall brunet man, dressed in a long black overcoat and sunglasses walked up
to me and took something out of his pocket.
"Have you seen this woman?" he asked.
The familiar long hair and green eyes pooped out at me, causing my jaw to
drop.
"Ellen!"
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