There was this one time in Butte, North Dakota (pop. 60) when serial killers were on the loose. Elizabeth and I were there for the summer when a murderous Bonnie & Clyde couple showed up– leaving a body in Texas and one in Minneapolis. Then, after a lover’s spat, they split up, and Bonnie was caught in the neighbouring town of Velva. Naturally the people of Butte were spooked. Bonnie’s partner Clyde could be anywhere! – the sunflower fields, hiding in hay bales, in the abandoned houses that littered the town (two of which were on either side of our house).
The men from Butte rounded up their dogs, shotguns and trucks and went hunting for Clyde.
“With what those boys will do if they find him first, Clyde’ll be lucky to get caught by the police”, we all said.
But with Clyde having temporarily slipped our minds, Elizabeth and I took a walk into the countryside one morning. Halfway out in the middle of the sunflower fields, a feeling like someone watching us returned Clyde to our thoughts.
We immediately scrambled back to our abode and locked the doors.
The next day Clyde was caught by the police.
“With what those boys will do if they find him first, Clyde’ll be lucky to get caught by the police”, we all said.
But with Clyde having temporarily slipped our minds, Elizabeth and I took a walk into the countryside one morning. Halfway out in the middle of the sunflower fields, a feeling like someone watching us returned Clyde to our thoughts.
We immediately scrambled back to our abode and locked the doors.
The next day Clyde was caught by the police.
–by Marlaina Mah