It was early afternoon, when they arrived in Montreal. The schedule for the Montreal Market said it didn’t close until 8:00pm. So they asked the girl at the front desk how far away it is. She explained that they were just a few blocks away. And then she whipped out a map and pointed the route out to them. They knew it would be dark and cold once the sun set, so they grabbed their cold weather gear and headed down the street.
As it got darker and colder, Remus asked, “Are we going the right way? I feel like we’ve gone further than a couple of blocks. Once again, my phone doesn’t work! I swear when we get back to the states I am dropping this telephone plan like a hot potato!” “Well, my plan is giving out new subscriptions for seniors, you should give them a whirl. And thanks too, for my phone is working”, added Haimige with a sense of satisfaction.
As they continued down the street, it appeared that they were heading into a very questionable part of downtown. “I don’t know about this. It’s beginning to remind me of those streets in Boston from the 80’s. You know the ones I’m talking about, as he took a sharper look into their surroundings. Even my amateur sleuthing skills are telling me this can’t be right; and I’m starting to get, really cold”, insisted Remus. “Yeah, this looks wrong after reading a lit up marquee sign. Well, I guess this is a bust! So much for the Montreal markets, throwing up his hands. I hope we have better luck in Quebec. Let’s turn back”, assessed Haimige. So they turned around and headed back to the hotel.
Janiele Allman Children's Story Writer 