SnoValleyWritersContest_Mar2010.scriv - 3/8/10 11:31 AM / 2
I closed the door on them. Rude, I know, but it was late, I was tired, andmy arthritis was acting up. What did they want? It must be that dang YouTubevideo. I told Chester to keep that camera in his bag, but no, he had to get thewhole thing on video and then like an idiot, he posted it to YouTube. What elsewould explain the sudden appearance of two reporters from the Big City paperout here in the middle of po-dunk no-where? Especially at this hour. What timewas it anyway? It must be past eleven, at least.I opened the door again. Carol stood her ground. She gave no indicationshe would leave without a story. “Can’t this wait?” A steady rain fell from darkgray clouds. Thunder rumbled off the mountains in the distance.“We have a few questions about the video on YouTube. It really can’t wait.We’re trying to make a deadline for tomorrow’s paper.” She smiled. She hadbrown shoulder length hair, brown eyes, and very straight white teeth. Sheexuded conﬁdence.The second reporter, Hank, looked about ten years her junior. He shiftedhis weight from one foot to the other. He was anxious, or maybe he just need togo to the bathroom. “So, can you tell us more about what happened that night? Imean, it’s all very strange on the video, blurry and hard to see.”I stared at them. They seemed harmless enough. “OK, come in. I guess it’sthe least I can do seeing as how you’ve travelled all this way.” I stepped aside,motioned to the couch in the TV room and they came inside.Carol sat, her legs crossed neatly, pen in hand, pad of paper in her lap, herbrown eyes wide and contemplative. She seemed genuinely interested.The second reporter, Hank, new to the job I supposed, continued to ﬁdgeteven after I’d shown him the way to the bathroom. He leaned forward into mypersonal space. He piped up, which seemed out of turn and disjointed. “Yeah,but isn’t that what makes it so popular? The whole gestalt of the video. It’smysterious. You have to use your imagination.”Did he just use the word “gestalt”?
t’s too late for this I thought trying notto betray my irritation.“Do you really need to talk with me now? Can’t it wait until the morning?”I decided that I was too old and it was too late to get into this again. “I’ve