Where is Grolly?
Two guys walk into a room. A living room of sorts, though calling it aliving room might be generous. Decorated in a combination of dorm room and ambivalence it is more like a tribute to despair and neglect. The tall one says to the other one, “what you got there?” “Dunno, a box from Amazon.”The other one opens the box, “oh look it’s the new Garry Rollins book. I didn’t know that there was a new one. But I didn’t order it. The tall one says, “I didn’t order that. You know I think his books are inane.” Have you even ready any of them?” “No, not really haven’t had a chance but I know the genre.” “For what its worth they are actually witty, well written, with well developed characters and plots.”. “Speaking of which, what are we going to do about that?” They both look across the room towards the end table, their eyes resting on a black moleskin notebook. “I don’t know, it’s been a really long time since he disappeared.” “I know and he never goes anywhere without his notebook. The fact that its been sitting here and we haven’t seen Grolly in awhile is making me nervous. It’s not like him to leave without it. He would sooner leave his phone behind. When was the last time we saw him?”
