The call

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Photo copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

With a double bourbon on the rocks, his medicine of choice, David stared at the maze in the distance. His reverie cut short by the ring of his phone.

“David,” he said.

“Thanks for making my job so easy,” said the caller.

“I will find you. Enjoy what little time you have left,” said David.

“Until then, have another bourbon, ” said the caller.

David scanned the maze, tables, and picnic area. Three men were using their phones.

“It won’t be that easy. Nice try…” The line went dead.

David threw the drink at the column. I’ll, bury him alive!

The dream

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Brandi awoke with a jolt. “David, behind you!”

In one fluid motion David’s eyes sprang open the forty-five retrieved from under his pillow and raised it to a firing position. This was all done in the space of a few seconds.

“Brandi, no one’s here.”

“Sorry, bad dream.” Before David had time to object Brandi threw back the curtains. As she did something landed in her hair. With a quick shake of her head it landed on the sill. “I’m not staying here one more minute, let’s go.”
“What’s wrong?”
“A dried out dead roach fell in my hair.”

The decision

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The pit in David’s stomach grew, when his eyes met Brandi’s.
“Brandi…I’m sorry…I wish things were different,” said David.
“I haven’t seen you in three years and now you’re sorry.”
“Brandi, your in danger. I’ll explain everything, but we have to leave.”
“Get lost!”
“Brandi, he left an envelope for me yesterday.”
“So,” she said with a huff.
“So, he’s going to kill you.”
“Where can we go?”
“I know a place.”
They drove for hours, until David pulled into a small motel.
Brandi stared out the window at a frosted over tree. “When will this be over?”

Henry comes home

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 Photo Copyright: Janet Webb

 Henry burst through his front door. “Hope, where are you?”

“Taking a bath.”

Doing his best to stifle a grin, he entered the small bathroom. Jazz music filled the room from a charging iPad.

“How was your trip?”

“Good, I learned something interesting?”

“Oh,” she said with little interest.

“Your two month affair with Jason.”

Tears trickled down her face. “I am so sorry. We never meant for you to get hurt.”

“Do you love him?”

“Yes, I’m so sorry.”

With a guttural scream he tossed the iPad into the water. Hope’s body convulsed.

“Tell Jason, I forgive you both.”

 

 

Dream Home

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The wall separating the kitchen from the living room had been the subject of many arguments. Tracy couldn’t take it for one more day. She was sick and tired of waiting for Jason to finally take it down. She stood twenty-pound sledgehammer in hand, wearing her old blue jeans, green t-shirt, mask, and goggles. With Jason still sleeping, she took out her aggression on the wall.

“Jason…Jason!”screamed Tracy, as she dropped the hammer and took a step back.

Jason burst in the room moments later, wearing only his blue boxers.

“What’s wrong?”noticing the fear in her eyes

“Seriously, look”, pointing behind him to the large hole.

He went pale, as a mummified face stared back at him. Jason had to turn away from it, before he lost his dinner. With a quick silent look of agreement, they ran out the front door. Jason wearing only boxers settled for a blanket from the trunk, as opposed to going back in the house.

During the forty-five minute wait for police, Tracy kept insisting they move. Though frightened, she watched the events unfold from the window. Drywall was cut away in large pieces and bagged, pictures were taken of the body, before one of the officers tried to remove it. His hand slipped, the body fell face first on the living room carpet with a thud. As it was hauled away Tracy heard someone yell, “We’ve got another one!”

About fifteen minutes later, a second smaller body was pulled from the wall. It almost felt like a dream, as up to now she had only seen dead bodies in photographs. The mummified couple ended up being, the original owners. Jason and Tracy were asked question after question, about the man and woman who sold them the property. The house was taped off as a crime scene for over a year, before it was released. Jason and Tracy took the money from the sale and never looked back.