This is a story for Sunday Photo Fiction, https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/11/12/sunday-photo-fiction-november-12th-2017/, hosted by Al Forbes. It was prompted by the photo below, provided by our host.
It was slightly spooky to see the prompt, as this type of drain isn’t common in our area, but I spotted one yesterday near a new development and commented on it to my wife (we have to take our excitement where we can find it in these parts). The real drain reminded me of a specific film, so my story had to relate to that.
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The Boy Who Cried Wolf?
“So,” Sheriff Hutton asks, “you heard crying and found this kid trapped in a drain. Kid says he’s been kidnapped. A clown’s comin’ back to kill ‘im?”
“You better hurry.”
“Gimmell, remember when you crashed your car? You told the deputy it was the car’s fault, it had a mind of its own? You was high, wasn’t you?”
“But nuthin’. I’ve tolerated your false reports, cozza your folks an’ all. Enough’s enough. I’m putting you before the court for wastin’ police time.”
“What about the boy?”
“Just get in the cell.”
A mile away Karl lies bleeding in a sewer, hoping to see anyone but the crazy man real soon.
Hutton briefs Deputies Hall and McPhun, “Swing by the empty minimart and take a look down the drains. Make sure there ain’t a cat stuck down there. Don’t want the public defender saying Gimmell made a honest mistake.”
“Let’s get some breakfast”, Hall tells his partner.
“Shouldn’t we go look?” McPhun asks.
“Nooo, you can just tell the sheriff we did. Gimmell’s been nuts since his folks abandoned him. Fourteen, he was. Claimed a giant lobster came outta the mist and snatched both of ’em.”