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Currently following the life of a Bluebeard

1.2 Decisions

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It was the first day of Spring, although with the snow still covering the ground, you wouldn’t know it.

Unfortunately, I had not had a rush of memories and the crisp Spring air confirmed yesterday had not been a dream. I still knew nothing about who I was. Perhaps a trip to the library for some research might help.

Let the research begin

I started leafing through books around the library. The town I was camping in, for lack of better words, was called “Lucky Palms”.

There were many, many book regarding alien encounters. I almost laughed out loud.  Aliens! How silly.

Back in the corner, I saw a computer. Maybe that could help speed my search…

Apparently, I’ve used a computer before. My fingers flew across the keyboard.

Computers are fun

Regardless of my words per minute, I eventually found…nothing.

My eyes hurt. My head hurt. It was time to get out of the library.

It was the first day of spring, maybe a nice stroll through the park was in order.

As I approached the park, I was pleasantly surprised that there was a festival going on. I was about to enjoy the festivities when some lady started calling, well, I guess, me.

“Bluebeard! Bluebeard! Wait a second!”

Can I help you?

“I have some great news for you”she said.

“Ok, I do love great news…”

“Ha! You’re a funny one! Listen. The word around town is you woke up. Is it true?”

And she thinks I’m the funny one?

“Yes, I believe that’s right”,I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Well, I work at the bistro, right up the road from your…um…tent. My boss wanted me to find you and see if you wanted some work.”

“Wow, really? That would be awesome.” I replied.

“Here let’s call him and see when you can start.” She pulled out  her phone, addressed the person on the other phone and handed it to me.

So, when can you start Bluebeard?”

When? Now.

“Well sir, I can be there in 20 minutes.”

“Sounds good.” And he hung up.

“I can’t thank you enough. Everyone has been so kind to me.”

“It’s what we do! Plus, rumor has it, you’re single”, she winked at me, turned and walked away.

Of course I’m single! I woke up in a tent, by myself, with no recollection of who I am. 

 I checked my ring finger for a band indention, just to be sure.

I snapped out of my daze and started a light jog toward the Bistro.

I was the new dishwasher. Not bad. Mr. Sosa, was my boss. He hired me knowing I didn’t have any type of Identification.

“Look, Bluebeard, I’ll pay you cash tonight. You’re off tomorrow. There should be enough cash for you to go to City Hall and register as a resident, plus a little extra. You are staying in Lucky Palms, right?”

“Honestly, Mr. Sosa, I haven’t thought about it. I guess I’ve been so wrapped up in who I was, that I haven’t decided what I’m going to do.”

“Well figure it out. Good night.”

“Thank you again, good night.”

Closing time

It rained all night. I was glad I had a tent. The rain was rather relaxing and I slept well.

When I woke the next morning, the rest of the winter’s snow had melted.

 Mr. Sosa let me eat dinner at the Bistro, but I was already hungry, so, I decided to go to the Diner for some breakfast before City Hall opened.

I had a lot to think about on my walk. I was pretty sure I was going to stay here. I mean, what were my options, really? I didn’t think packing my tent and wandering to the next city would do any good. Plus the people here were very friendly and generous. I am still a young man, but I do want to settle down and have a family. What better place than where I am?

Before I knew it, I was at the Diner.

Breakfast was great.

As I was leaving, a gentleman in a lab coat approached me.

“You must be Bluebeard.”

“I think that’s me.” I chuckled. “At least that’s what everyone seems to want to call me.”

Again with the Bluebeard

“Yes, well you can call me Omar. I’m the head Scientist at the Lucky Palms Science Facility. I was wondering if any of your memory had returned.”

“No sir, it hasn’t.”

“Well, here’s my card. If you want, my team and I can run some tests.”

Tests?!

I involuntarily shuttered at the word tests.

That was weird.

I took the card.

“Thank you. I will keep this in mind.”

We said our Good Byes, and I was on my way to register as a Lucky Palm-ian.

John Smith

Once in the building, the receptionist gave me directions to the correct department. I walked into a small office with a chairs placed in front of a desk. Behind the desk sat an older man.

“Hello.” he greeted.

“Hi. I’m here to register as a resident.”

“Ah, yes. Good decision Bluebeard. Lucky Palms is a wonderful community. Now then, what is your first name?”

“I don’t really know. Everyone, including you, calls me Bluebeard.”

“Sorry to jump on the boat there.” he said apologetically.

“No, it’s ok. I don’t mind Bluebeard, although, it isn’t much of a first name. Now I see why parents name you, this is a tough decision. Hmmm….how about John?”

“My name’s John. Not that you can’t use it, just thought you should know.”

“Ok…”, I thought for a moment. “What about Marcus?”

“Marcus Bluebeard. Sounds good. Now, about the land your tent is set on.”

He pulled out a map. This plot is about 2 acres, on the outskirts of town.  If you would like to stay there, I’ll add it to your registration price, or you can have a look at the map, and choose another plot.”

“No,sir, I like the plot.”

“Alright, that will be $75, and we’ll be all done.”

$75?! Is that all?!

I gladly gave him the money.

“Just take these to room 132 on the other side of the building. They will give you an ID card. Good luck!”

I did as instructed. 30 minutes later, I had an ID card.

Everyone, meet Marcus Bluebeard!!!

Say Hello to Marcus Bluebeard

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