Life Changing: Bigfoot
When Mary Reiss left her home in a fit of jealousy and in just a slight brain-fog from rum and coke, little did she know this night would be life changing. Had she known what awaited her, she would have smiled at her husband, excused herself and gone to bed.
But, her story was not so simple. Brian, her husband, owned several real estate offices and Brandy Smithy, the office manager of all of them, called every evening, or so it seemed. It wasn’t the calling and talking with her husband that bothered Mary, it was that the woman was so beautiful. Mary was no slouch, but this woman was dazzling. It was just a little too much rum and coke, this evening, that ignited her out of control, jealous rage.
Her husband’s car was blocking her compact, so she fell into his Lincoln, fired it up and burned rubber leaving the driveway. She turned left onto Mossy Creek Ridge, a narrow, winding mountain road. It led to her mother’s, that is, if she continued for two hours on it. But she knew she’d turn around after twenty or so minutes.
A light rain glazed the windows. She switched on the wipers, and while doing so two of the car’s tires left the pavement. She stood on the brakes. The heavy car slowed, but continued on toward the embankment that fell away to a narrow stream. She was going to go over the edge. Mary opened the door and scrambled out. In slow motion the car kept rolling until out of sight.
She guessed she was a mile or so from home. With no other option, she turned and started walking back the way she’d come. A full moon winked between thick clouds. A soft wind swayed the trees. They creaked and moaned.
Mary was scaring herself with thoughts of the cougar that was seen on this road just a few days earlier. It wasn’t far into her journey when she heard limbs snapping, something thrashing about. The wind whipped the hem of the filmy skirt material at her ankles. Now sopping wet, it slapped and stung her bare legs. She stopped and listened for what was behind her. Whatever it was, was not trying to be quiet.
Keeping still, she listened. It was not on the road, but was coming down the steep bank on the opposite side of the road from where the car went over. It snorted. Limbs broke, then a crash. There, twenty or so feet away a massive hairy ball scrambled this way and that, fighting its mass to get to its feet. It had feet! And it had hands!
Mary, knees knocking, eased behind a near tree, held her breath and waited to determine what animal this was. She was thinking bear, but hands and feet didn’t jive. It rose to full height. “Bigfoot,” she breathed out, before she could stop herself. The animal was snuffling so loudly it didn’t hear her. Next it whirled around, sniffing the air. It dropped to its knuckles and leaped from the ditch it had tumbled into. It flailed its arms and with great noise returned from where it had come.
Good sense left her. She sprinted past where the animal entered the brush not stopping until out of breath at her driveway. Great hitching sobs would not leave her. And then she saw the small silver car she knew belonged to Brandy Smithy parked behind her car near the front steps to the house. Rage again took control; she limped as quickly as she could to the front window.
Sobbing still, quieter now, to not give away she was watching, Mary saw there in front of her eyes, Brian kneeling, patting or petting the woman’s back. She couldn’t tell which. Someone screamed. Twisting the knob and kicking the door, Mary realized it was she that was screaming and now cursing.
“What is it, Dear? Mary, what’s wrong?” Brian in caring voice said, while he pulled her into the entrance and bear hugged her to him.
In earsplitting volume, she demanded to be let go. “What is she doing here?”
Brandy whipped her head around, face and eyes red. “Oh Mary, it’s you?” She wailed in weak voice.
“Of course it’s me!”
Brian grabbed his wife again, this time whispering into her ear that he thought the woman was having some sort of breakdown.
“Breakdown, what kind of nonsense talk is that?” Mary spat out.
Brian flinched at her words then dropped his arms from around her. “What are you implying, Mary?”
“Don’t pretend innocence with me. I thought you were smarter than ...” Brian interrupted her with a string of obscenities. “Get out! Both of you, get out!” Mary shouted while ripping off her one remaining sandal.
“Oh Mary,” Brandy sighed from the sofa. The woman slumped and slid to the floor.
“You take care of her,” Brian hissed. “You two are a real pair! ... Prepare yourself, she’s going to tell you she’s just seen a bigfoot.” He snatched a leather jacket from the hook by the door. Minutes later his motorcycle sped down the driveway.
Indeed, the minute Brandy came to life, she spoke of nothing but almost hitting a huge bigfoot on the road.
A thick file of the Markenvan Project was scattered at the woman’s bare feet. Rather than walk on them, Mary gathered the papers and placed them on the coffee table. All the while she was blurting out her own sighting of the animal.
Brian Reiss never returned home. He spent that night and all the nights of what was left of his sorry life with one of his female agents. He eventually married the woman.
Because of their bigfoot encounters that awful night, Mary Reiss and the beautiful Brandy Smithy became very close friends. Mary remarried. Her new husband was very interested in bigfoot and helped the women in their hobby of trying to prove that the animal exists.
For years, Mary possessed the only known, clear photo of the animal, which she had taken on a drive to her mother’s when the animal crossed the road just ahead of her. She could not, however, get any one of the several experts in the scientific community to agree it was indeed a photo of an unknown animal, a bigfoot.