Episode 59: Carrying a Torch

An old timer comes into The Brew for coffee. I met Bigfoot in nineteen thirty eight, he says. I was in the woods, looking for caves. I smelled something awful, like a hundred wet cats. I turned and there she was, not twenty feet away. A few heads taller’n me, long mangy fur all matted up, and yellow teeth. Her eyes was looking at me. I mean looking. Got it? She took a step forward and I turned and ran faster’n a flash flood. The man takes a sip of his coffee. Still think about her sometimes, he says.