Crisp, my aged companion startled me when she made the claim it reminded her of the grassy knoll.
“I was there you know,” she said, “I saw who did it but no one believed me. I was very young at the time and the world wasn’t in the mood for news of aliens or things like that. They wanted blood and so that poor man who later got shot was the one.”
By my calculation Crisp would have had to be about 8 or 9 if she did in fact see the event.
“Little greenish men they were. They shot a light then turned to me and told me to shush. I didn’t know what had happened until later and even when I told my mum she dismissed me.”
Crisp’s world was closing in on her, she confused so many things, mixed up her reality with history and I felt sad most days remembering what she used to be.