Julia's Free Write
Empty!
Her head was empty.
It had been a bit of a
struggle the past
few weeks: her little boy ending up in emergency; followed by
her husband’s
mild stroke, never mind her best friend’s heart-breaking
diagnosis.
Then there was the world
situation.
Yes, there had been good
times – and would
be again. She’d weather the medical crises, she’d ignore the
world for a while.
What she could no longer
ignore was the
empty refrigerator, the ever-diminishing supplies in both
freezer and
cupboards.
A shopping trip was no
longer something to
be put off so she started the list (she was good on making
lists, then
forgetting them and so ending up with items lacking every time),
ready the
bags.
During the short drive
she emptied her
head, enjoyed the beautiful fall day and arrived five minutes
later at her
favorite mini department store.
Miracle of miracles, the
car park was
almost empty!
D-L's Free Write
Marilyn clutched her note and text book to her chest as she entered the parking garage.
Only one car.
Hers.
It was after 10 p.m.
She was exhausted. Her alarm had gone of at 5:30. She'd worked all day, then gone to her statistics class. God, she hated statistics.
Afterwards she went to the university library to research her psych class paper.
She thought of all the Midsomer Murder shows where women were killed in empty places like this garage.
Three rats ran under her car. Yuck!
She forced herself to unlock her car door. Although not religious, she prayed the rats would stay away from her.
Before she could start her car, another car rushed into the garage, slammed on its brakes, opened its door and shoved a body, a bloodied body out and sped off.
She didn't move until he was gone. She grabbed her phone and dialed 911.
Rick's Free Write
"I’ve
staked out the dad’s car but I think I may have been made,” Jacob said,
reporting in on the hour. “No one came back to the car, and the magasin has
been closed for more than 30 minutes, and there are no other vehicles in the
garage, not even an employee scooter.”
“Hang there
awhile longer, Jacob,” his handler said. “They may be monitoring the garage
exit to see if you leave.”
“I’m
concerned about the cameras in the garage. I’m going to have to ditch this car
soon.”
“You
shouldn’t have been so obvious. You should have left when the last car took
off. Didn’t I teach you anything?”
They had
been watching the parents’ house in the Geneva suburbs for a month. They were
certain Garrett and Melanie were hiding out in the region and would try to make
contact.
They had
lost their trail in Argelés after the fire. But they had picked them up from
facial recognition in Grenoble. So they were confident Switzerland was their
destination.
“H-h-hold
on,” stuttered Jacob,” I see a shadow moving.”
Rick Adams is an aviation journalist and publisher of www.aviationvoices.com, a weekly newsletter reporting the airline industry top stories . He is the author of The Robot in the Simulator. AI in Aviation Training.
Visit D-L.'s website https://dlnelsonwriter.com, She is the author of 15 fiction and three non fiction books. Her 300 Unsung Women, bios of women who battled gender limitations, can be purchased at https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/300-unsung-women-d-l-nelson/1147305797?ean=9798990385504
Visit Julia's blog. She has written and taken photos and loves syncing up with friends. Her blog can be found: https://viewsfromeverywhere.blogspot.com/
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