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The Cold Bite of Autumn (pt.5)

October 12, 2009

>Daniel dozed off early around dinner time. Cheryl remained in a coma but the nurses brought him a tray without asking. As soon as she left, he settled back. Around ten o’clock he woke, poked at the cold turkey and gravy and opted for the cherry pie instead.

As the last bite disappeared into his mouth, a white van parked and cut its lights – too quickly. He wiped the sleep from his eyes and took in the two men that climbed from their respective doors – passenger front door and the door directly behind the driver.

He glanced around the room for areas to conceal himself. The only apparent place was the bathroom. He needed something closer to Cheryl. He pulled the curtain far enough to place a chair behind it but not enough to make someone check to see if there was another patient in the room. He stood on the chair moved around and checked for squeaks or other telltale noises. Satisfied of its silence, he hopped down and rigged the nurse station call button behind the curtain.

He pulled out his pistol, clicked off the safety, and remounted the chair. One day he would figure out why all the troubled women fell his way. He smiled as door creaked open. “I’m never bored,” he thought as hard shoes clicked to her bedside.

One Comment leave one →
  1. October 16, 2009 11:46 pm

    >Nice continuation, Mike…I'm curious to find out what will happen!

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