By Karen Saari
It was late; we’d spent the entire evening watching a mini series, The Langoliers.
“That was it?” Spherical chewing things. Chasing time. “Hours of my life I’ll never get back.”
We shuffled to bed, hoping for a few hours of sleep before the alarm.
The next morning was chaos.
“Who took my sandwich?” I yelled.
“Cheese?”
“Wonder Bread? Mayo?”
“Yeah.” It’s my favorite sandwich, duh!
“Don’t know.” Snickers.
“Where was it?”
“The fridge.” Where else would it be?
Questions poured in. Then suggestions.
“Check the back porch.”
“Hey, what’s under the napkin? Oh, just my book. Sorry!”
“The Langoliers got it!”
Neat little “mystery” tale.