When I was a teenager growing up in small-town New Hampshire, my
friends and I used to enjoy
"skinny dipping" in a beautiful old quarry out in the middle of the woods. The
quarry was on
private property, and we weren't really supposed to be there, but we knew the
owners, and also,
because the land was flat, we could always hear if someone was walking up the
path in time to
make our getaway.
One day, four of us, two boys and two girls, were enjoying a nice midsummer swim
in the buff.
Jen and Eddie had swam off a little ways into the middle of the quarry, and Andy
and I were still
fairly close to "shore." Suddenly, Andy and I noticed that a woman was standing
there. She was
in her late thirties with curly brown hair. Her clothes seemed kind of
hippyish-sixties--this was
the early nineties. We hadn't heard her walking up the path, and she was no one
we recognized.
Her eyes were intently searching the ground for something.
We were shocked, and a little embarrassed to be caught with our clothes off.
Andy politely said
"Hi." The woman looked up and smiled at us just long enough to say "Hi." Then
she went right
back to looking around on the ground. Andy and I turned and looked at each
other with our
eyebrows raised, as if to say "What do we do now?" Seconds later, when we
turned back toward
the woman--she was nowhere to be seen. Even stranger, Eddie and Jen, only
twelve feet away,
hadn't seen her at all.
Who was she and what was she looking for?
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