I Strained To Hear More

Bodies are always turning up in the bayou. I stopped scarfing down my sandwich. My ears perked up. I wondered what he meant. He must have been sitting behind me in the next booth. The waitress came by and tried to be friendly. I usually am, but I was missing out on the rest of the story. “At least fourteen foot long,” He said. I heard laughter. Did he mean tall? Or is he talking about aliens? My ears strained to hear more, but whispering began. More laughter. I wished I had brought a better book to read.