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    And Now for Something Completely Different (Single Chapter Story)

     

    "Do you think I was too harsh with him?"

     

    "No, you have to stand your ground," Tina said. "You can’t let them think they can walk all over you when you’ve made your requirements clear."

     

    They fell asleep to fitful dreams, no doubt spurred on by their strange evening.

     

    ***************

     

    Bette appeared pale as Tina walked into the kitchen after her morning shower. Bette’s coffee remained essentially untouched on the table in front of her. The newspaper occupied its traditional place, allowing her to peruse its contents.

     

    "What’s wrong?" Tina asked. She could read the tension in the air

     

    Bette spoke to quote an article from the front page of one of the deeper sections of the Tuesday morning paper.

     

    "Robert Strathmore, respected Los Angeles businessman, was found murdered in his vehicle in the parking lot of a downtown warehouse late Monday afternoon," Bette read. She then offered her own comment. "He was found within six blocks of where we were last night, Tee." She continued with the article "Police have indicated that he appeared to have come across a criminal element that had been using various abandoned buildings for storage of stolen property."

     

    "How is it possible he was killed Monday afternoon," Tina asked, a sick feeling coming over her."

     

    "There’s a picture of him accompanying the story," Bette said quietly.

     

    "Is that him?" Tina asked. The goosebumps were back. "I can see some similarities, but it doesn’t really look like the same person."

     

    "Of course it’s not the same person," Bette had little room for contemplating the supernatural. "Let me read this last part of the story to you. ‘Robert Strathmore’s wife has indicated that his day timer was like a portable secretary to him and should help provide clues regarding his movements over the course of the day. Police were not able to recover any such item at the scene.’"

     

    Bette then offered her interpretation.

     

    "Whoever we met last night knew my name because he had Strathmore’s day timer," Bette concluded.

     

    "Or Strathmore came to warn us away from that room," Tina suggested.

     

    "Seriously Tina, you have been reading too many horror scripts," Bette said. She was still quite shaken by the article, but was moving toward intellectualizing it instead of denying that it happened. That had been her first reaction.

     

    "Either way, we have to contact the police and let them know what happened," Tina said. She had definitely lost her appetite. "You go ahead and shower and I’ll make the call."

     

    Detectives met each of them at their respective offices over the course of the day, took statements, and informed them they would be in touch if necessary. They seemed wholly uninterested in what they had to offer, simply based on the fact that they had been so physically removed from the actual crime scene.

     

    But a crime had indeed occurred, and may have been influenced by a number of different events happening together. A full moon. A mind on edge. Scepticism of the extraordinary. Someone in the wrong place at the wrong time. And different interpretations of the same meeting.

     

    A testament to how a person’s frame of reference can influence perception.

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    Comments

    1. Very interesting story and I think you can take it further if you want to and make it into a thriller….hahaha. Just a thought. Whatever you offer up, I will gladly read. Thanks, JKS.

    2. Ok that creeped me out I was like run Tina run. You should always trust your first instincts even if they seem utterly ridiculous. btw the mice/rat would have been enough to have me high-tailing it out of there.

    3. When women put themselves in a dangerous situation like this, I am always annoyed at their taking such a chance. Don’t they ever watch movies? Don’t they know how dangerous it is to go into a spooky building? As I was reading your post I kept wondering if B&T were wearing those four-inch spiked heels. It’s hard to run in those stilts……Perhaps you’re right that “less is more,” but I always enjoy your stories, long or short.

    4. I’m with slipperynipple. I would’ve said “Fuck this shit!” and ran as soon as the mouse appeared. Actually I probably wouldn’t have gone at all. It’s crazy how easy it is to scare me. Feel free to continue with this because it sounds cool.

    5. Hey great to hear from you so quickly :o)) This was very creepy and very diffirent, but in my book you’ve carried through another challenge to an A (grade)….I don’t know if that sounded right in english??? but I hope so….I just wanted to say I loved it :o)) Take care in 2006…

    6. Yay, a new story, looking forward to rolling with this one. Keep it coming swimmie, maybe 50% less viewers, but we are 100% faithful. Keep the ink flowing…Cheers luv

    7. That was awesome. Do Bette and Tina wander around aimlessly in the back of your mind until you figure out a new scenario in which to place them? Between you and me (and everybody else who reads this comment), they own a penthouse in my mind.By the way, I love the Monty Python reference.

    8. Why did chose to get up at 2:30 in the morning, wander down a dark hallway to my office to read this story? Who’s going to hold my hand as I try to get back to my bedroom? …Great change of pace JKS, an excellent diversion of domestic drama… Now, where’s my flashlight?

    9. wow! Awesome writing!! i loved this story! It really made me think :) Don’t worry about the other readers…we’re the important ones! Please, keep writing. I’ll be reading.

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