Today is Fiction Wednesday (and for those of you who wonder why It's not Fiction Friday... Fiction Friday is so cliche. I want to to be spontaneous and unpredictable, what's more unpredictable than Fiction Wednesday! Plus, I didn't want to wait two whole days to post my story). If you missed last week's story check it out...Last September. And now for this week's story The Note...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Tom sat in his '74 beat up red Chevy pick up truck. Rain clouds were hiding the sun from view, so Tom had to turn on his interior lights to read the note he held in his hands. He couldn't believe it. How had they found out. He could have sworn there was no way anyone could find out what he'd done. Why were the police here asking questions. The note had been posted on his door when he got home from work today.
"I would like to ask you a few questions. Please call me as soon as possible." was all that he could make out. The rest of the note was ineligible due the leak in the overhang above his door. He'd been meaning to fix the leak for months, but hadn't gotten around to it yet. He'd had other things on his mind.
Now, he'd have to make a run for it. There was no way he was going back to jail. He'd spent eight months there for robbing a gas station in Shelby County four years ago. Jail wasn't a place he wanted to stay again and this time they'd lock him up for good.
He heard a car pulling up the hilly driveway behind him. He quickly switched off the overhead light and ducked down in the truck. A black car pulled right up to his front door. A woman in a navy blue trench-coat got out of the car. She looked up to the sky as the first drops started to fall. She popped her collar and continued up the front porch. She didn't knock on the door, but rather ran her hands over the spot where the note had been pinned up. She turned her head and scanned the night. Looking right at the spot where Tom was hiding. Tom ducked lower in his truck, hoping that she hadn't seen him. She had to be the person who wanted to ask him "a few questions". Tom stayed ducked down until he heard her pounding on the front door. He slowly peeked his head to see out the window.
"I know you're in there," she yelled, "I know you saw my note! I just need to talk to you please!" The rain was starting to drowned her voice out as she continued to pound on the door and yell out for him. He caught her last words. The words that would ring out in his head forever.
"I need to talk to you about last September!"