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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