Mystery on a Rain Soaked Evening


On a rain soaked evening, entering the bus terminal building, I wasn’t surprised to see things wrapped in plastic. In fact, I would have been more surprised not to see them.  In my case, I had my library book (W.O. Mitchell’s Roses are Difficult Here) safely sealed in a ziploc bag inside my backpack.  The book doesn’t belong to me and I want other people to enjoy it as well.

The shape struck me as odd from the outset.. A stroller was my first thought.  That was a dangerous first thought because the plastic seemed to really encase the object.  Worries of suffocation moved my feet closer.  I was suitably relieved when I realized that I had been wrong.

The object was big. It was certainly bigger than the woman it sat perched in front of.  In fact, though it wasn’t bigger than me, I certainly didn’t dwarf it.  The plastic was more on the opaque side of translucent, making me wonder if I would ever understand what it was.

Once I spotted the colours, I knew what it was. It was obviously a gift.  Probably for a child, or the gamer in her life.  The woman had a large…no, that really doesn’t describe it…huge Mario (of Donkey Kong fame) in the bag.  Seriously, now I understand why they called it Super Mario.


About Anthony

I am: equal parts rebel, romantic and shockingly average Joe. a writer trapped inside of an ESL teacher's body. an introverted attention seeker. a teacher who hopes one day to be called "Captain, my Captain." an intellectual who can do some very dumb things. a person whose Japan experience, despite being so long ago, still exerts a strong influence upon him. a lover of books, music, beer, hockey and Pizza.
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