LeRoi Author:Mel Mathews The most intriguing thing about Malcolm Clay was his battered MG. And now, with a cough of black smoke, even that had quit. Fortunately, the car had breath enough to limp up to the only two buildings in town: the garage and the diner across the street. Neither looked to have much reason to exist. No one was around. Maybe the mechanic was in the ... more »cafe getting a coffee. Maybe he'd had a heart attack from one strip of bacon too many. Maybe the place was an abandoned set left over from a bad remake of Our Town. I've died, Malcolm thought, and purgatory is the back road to Pumpkinpatch. There was nothing to do but wait since his cell phone had lost a signal about the same time the car had given up the ghost. He slumped back into the seat of the MG, then stood back up. Well, he said to himself as he headed towards the diner, if I'm in hell, I might as well find a bag of marshmallows, a pack of hot dogs and a wire coat hanger.« less