The Night Liz Met Bigfoot
By Linda Saholt, East Sierra Branch
It was a dark and stormy night. Liz was busily working away at her computer when she heard a strange creaking coming from the front door of her house. One of her cats hissed and yowled. She went to see what was the matter — and there, in her living room, stood Bigfoot! Seven feet tall and dripping rainwater on her carpet, Bigfoot seemed out of breath.
Liz was so astonished she froze in place!
Bigfoot opened his huge mouth, full of sharp-looking teeth, and drew in a mighty breath. “I’m so sorry to intrude, madam, but may I please use your telephone? My cell phone has conked out in this rain,” he said politely.
So she handed him her phone. While he dialed, she whipped out her trusty camera and snapped half a dozen pictures.
“Are you a photographer?” he inquired. Bigfoot asked Liz to write an “as told to” book for him, to stop all the bothersome questions people kept asking. He then graciously gave her an interview while they shared a pot of tea.
Then he thanked her and went back out into the night.
This story comes from the same East Sierra Branch
writing challenge that produced James Simmons’
piece in last month’s socalwritersshowcase.