Don't Judge a Bag By Its Contents
The phone rang shrilly in almost the same instant she had managed to move past the town line. She’d learned nothing from anyone, but she couldn’t tell if it was due to anyone really not knowing or being too afraid to talk. With the answers still eluding her and the dreams becoming a nightly occurrence, she was desperate to find someone who’d be willing to talk.
“Mrs. Chisholm?” It was a woman’s voice on the other end. It sounded familiar and different at the same time. Kate finally recognized it as belonging to Valerie, the waitress at the diner where she’d had lunch.
“How did you get my number?” She didn’t remember leaving her card there. She was trying to be discreet about having been there at all, but apparently it wasn’t working.
“I found your son’s bag of goldfish under the table. It had his name and your cell phone number on it.”
“Oh. I see. Well, you can just throw…” she started.
“No, Mrs. Chisholm, you really need to come and pick the bag up.” A light popped on in Kate’s head as the realization that this really wasn’t about the baggie hit her.
“Oh. I see.”
“Ha. On that, no, ma’am, you really don’t see. Can I expect to see you soon, say by 8:00 pm?”
“Yes. I need to make some arrangements but I can be there then. Will you please put the baggie someplace safe?” Kate hoped that Valerie would pick up the hint that she didn’t really wish to return to Rupert Hills so quickly. Valerie sounded as nervous as Kate felt.
“Yes. In fact, if you want, I can meet you somewhere along my way home. I don’t live in town. I live in Dixon. There’s a little café there called Cuppa Joe’s. It has the best coffee in Missouri, if you’d like to get a cup before you get back on the road.”
“Sounds perfect. Can I call you back at this number if I need to?”
“Yeah. It’s my cell phone. If I don’t answer, it’s because I’m ‘busy’. I will call you back as soon as it’s convenient. Can’t afford to lose my job over this!” Her laughter held a hint of fear, and Kate suddenly realized exactly how much Valerie had on the line. She said a silent prayer that whatever Valerie knew, it was worth whatever repercussions she received if she was caught. “All right, so you will be at the cafe at 8:00 pm to get the goldfish?”
“Yes. I’ll see you then. And Valerie?”
“Thanks for calling. Malcolm would be lost without those goldfish.”
As she hung up, a seed of dread sprouted in her stomach. Somehow, she knew this would come back to hurt her and most definitely Valerie. She looked at her watch. It was 6:30 pm now. It had been an unfruitful day, despite the strange phone call she’d received. Martin still hadn’t answered his phone. She was grateful that Fallon was always so willing to help. She would owe her big time tonight, though.
Fallon had a date.
For the Indie Ink Writing Challenge this week, alyssagoesbang challenged me with “close your eyes and reach your left hand out. the first thing you touch–write a story about it. fic or non-fiction”. (It was a baggie of goldfish crackers that I touched). I challenged Amanda with “Do whatever it takes.”
This is based on a character from my NaNo WIP, and while it doesn’t exactly fit in to where I actually am in the story, it fits into to the storyline.
Concrit is always appreciated.