Bayou The Underwater Companion

“When I think of that year I remember was,” the maturing lady paused to look at the promotional video rental poster hanging behind the entry level entertainment talent holding a reporter’s device.

“They said I was going to be a star,” the youngster smiled recording the quotes spoken from the discount rack damsel in distress, “you were the toast when you entered all the parties,” Tex added looking up.

“Is that what your father told you last night when you explained to him you had an interview with me?” Louise Anna needled the just out of college graduate who felt relaxed realizing she made a point, “your father my dear found me before your mother, and if he did not well,”

That is when the discussion faded to black and when the conversation returned Louise Anna was taking her fishing pole down to the dock. Escaping the house which recently had the local cable company hookup the telephone wires to the television giving the family more channels that they could imagine the angler girl headed to her peaceful place.

“What do all these movies know,” she grumbled “all the fishes in the water are nice, no need to you know eat some trespassers trying to refresh and stay cool. ”

That is when a boat with a fan riding on the back came barreling through the calm water and someone who was a gentleman exclaimed, “excuse me, is this where the Bayou Monster lurks?”

“Never heard of a Monster in these parts, Sir” Louise Anna shouted back.

“I am Austin, and I am looking for something scary to you know entertain people around the witching hour on their Friday or Saturday nights,”

“Why would you want to do something like that?” Louise Anna curiously questioned, “isn’t getting home from the guy they dated on the weekend enough fear.”

Suddenly, the wooden planks shook, and Louise Anna watched her fishing pole fall into the water, “with a traumatic horrified expression the not even twelve-year-old quickly took cover underneath the dock. Then she heard a photogenic click and, “what was that?”

“My friend Bayou,” Louise Anna answered, “he always swims around, and I go along with his antics playing hide and seek,”

Louise Anna showed nothing bothered her brushing away the mud that was thrown into her face by her friendly underwater companion, “look we have a relationship, and it beats what my older brother has with that pin up model on late night cable TV.”

“I was wondering if you wanted to be in my moving picture?” The fan behind Austin came to a complete halt.

“What’s it about?”

“Uh,” then a thought came into Austin’s head, “a wonderful relationship with an underwater companion.”

“Can Bayou be in it?” Louise Anna pitched.

“I do not see why not.”

For a second time the scene faded to black and returned showing Tex and Louise Anna chit chatting away.

“You see I was very young when they snatched me from the lake and.”

“Do you miss Bayou?”

And with a tearful smile she affirmatively responded.

Later that day Tex was rushing through his notes inside the truck. “When I think of that footage, I remember what really happened,” Tex wrote on his yellow notepad getting ready to do his remote broadcast from the library where Louise Anna used to frequent as a child. Reading book after book Tex was told about the successful siren’s early life, “looking intelligent acting smart,” was the last thing he wrote before a call came inside the mobile control room,

“Yeah, I am ready to go,” he said into the rectangular device that doubled as a computer.

“Who was that? Louise Anna?” The voice wanted confirmation.

“Someone who they say was found, took a shot, knowing there was a never any monsters out there just a façade needing a backbone.”

“Do you think she built the backbone to the facade?” Another upper-level inquiry.

“Sir in a way she did,” Tex told him, “And my father figured out what his foundation was, then met my mother.”

“And you?”

Seeing his cameraman count down from three, the young gentlemen answered, “I am Tex, Live from LA, the state filled with underwater monsters who exist, but they have friendly companion relationships with future DVD store rental streaming giants.”