Bethany put the girls to bed. Then she went downstairs to the living room to watch television. She began to feel bored. It was only eight o'clock, and Mrs Boxwell wasn't expected home until ten or later. She sighed. After flipping through the channels, she put down the remote and went into the kitchen. On the counter she found a set of keys. Curious, she wondered what they were all for. Just eighteen, a senior in high school, Bethany considered herself a good student and always the good girl.
Even in the midday sun I shivered slightly it was cool and breezy. I walked along the access road after having a flat tire on my truck. “Justin, You have the worst damn luck,” I cussed as I remembered to nearest phone was over 3 miles away. Just as I was giving up hope on flagging a car down a van slowly pulled up. The driver was about 6ft and athletic, myself being 6ft and well built wasn’t worried about “Weirdoes.”
I don't really care much for politics. I'm neither a Democrat nor a Republican. I'm not liberal or conservative. I'm just -- well somewhere between Independent and "I don't give a shit." Therefore some might consider it very strange -- I know that my parents did -- that in early July, 2011, I took a sabbatical from college to work on Republican Colorado Senator June Jepson's presidential campaign. The reason -- I was fascinated by her.
"I'm spending the day at the beach," announced Barbara.
"You're mad. You'll be the only person there. It's not really warm enough," Sally pointed out.
"It will be. I'm going up to Point Revon. The hills block the wind there and the beach will be sunny. I'm not going swimming, just working on my tan. Why don't you come."
Sliding along feeling the thick rope beneath her feet, she drew deep breaths, focusing on the point where the rope ended and became a solid stand again. She moved with grace and skill honed by many hours of training. The taut rope felt solid to her now and she pivoted midway along her route to the gasps of the watchers. Below her, the others in her troupe prepared the finale, a spectacle of tumbling, juggling and fire, while she held the audiences in rapt attention with small wobbles and feigned unbalanced movements as she spun and twirled her way across the rope above their heads.
It was one of those situations I had heard about but never believed. Three friends were over at my house playing poker, and I was down about $300. It was a string of bad luck, really. My hands had been good all night, but someone else always had something a little better. Now, I am sitting here with a ace-high flush, the other three guys have gone in, but I do not have enough money to match them.
It had been a long time since we had a girl's night out. I have known Kristy, Grace and Terri since high school. Unlike many kids that graduate and move away, we all got married and set up our lives in this small town south of Los Angeles.
High school seems like a million years ago when in fact we were all in the same graduating class 20 years ago along with Kristy's husband Dan. Terri's husband Bob and my husband Jerry were two years ahead of the five of us in the same school.
I had just gotten back to my cubicle after taking a much shorter than normal lunch. But that was typical for most Fridays, especially lately. I still had a lot of work remaining to do for the weekly reports that "Beth" expected to have turned in before end of day. I had barely sat down when I heard her voice as she reprimanded one of my best friends and co-workers in the cubicle next to me, though thankfully I wasn't able to see her as she did so. Bad enough I could hear it.
I waited as patient as a person could be. It was 10:29 P.M. Any number of things could have gone wrong. I kept my cool. I waited silently, a shadow among shadows. I breathed deeply trying to relax my nerves. She would come as she had every night at this same time. I should know. I trailed her for three weeks and observed that she always entered the parking garage at this time.
The first thing he knew after a long deep sleep was a sound.
Someone spoke. The words were "Holy shit." murmured quietly but he heard them, and that seemed marvelous for some reason. In that first moment of consciousness his hearing seemed wonderfully powerful.