Darlene crouched behind the manicured hedge running the length of Dottie Anderson’s front walkway. She tugged at the scarf’s fringe with her left hand, pepper spray clenched in her right. Her plan to coerce Dottie into giving back Myrtle’s safe deposit box key ran into a little hitch.
A man’s shadow stretched across the dimly lit walkway. She strained to hear, but couldn’t make out any words. Something about the man seemed familiar. He looked to his right, then in her direction before taking a small envelope from Dottie. Darlene gasped. Jeff Weissman!
That man had the luck of a Leprechaun, and more lives than an alley cat. Her father’s ex-business partner had faked his own death before enemies could “off” him, managed to escape when Darlene busted him snooping through her recently burned-out cabin, and has remained invisible for eight years.
Seeing Jeff at Dottie Anderson’s house made accusations and suppositions fly through her mind. Jeff peered into the darkness around her. Darlene ducked.
She exhaled when Jeff stepped inside and closed the door. Darlene leaped over the hedge and concealed herself in the shadows of a bush on the opposite side of the walk. She kept her finger on the pepper spray trigger.
Less than a minute later, Jeff exited the house, shutting the door behind him. He hurried down the walk, pausing to investigate the hedge near where Darlene first hid. Darlene snapped a twig. When Jeff whirled around, she aimed the pepper spray.
“What the- ohhhh,” Jeff groaned, clawing at his eyes.
Darlene kicked his shin and he dropped to the ground, holding his leg. She slipped her scarf around his neck and pulled tight until he relaxed. She plucked the envelope from his pocket.
She felt the same nausea as when she lifted the gun, papers, and ring of keys from Jeff’s pocket that day in her cabin.
He’s dead! Her pulse throbbed in her ears.
Darlene clutched the envelope and ran back home.
This is my response to the Trifecta weekly challenge, which is to write a 33 to 333-word response (mine is 333) using the following word/definition: FLY (intransitive verb): 3(a) : to move, pass, or spread quickly <rumors were flying> ; (b) to be moved with sudden extreme emotion <flew into a rage>; (c) to seem to pass quickly <the time simply flew>
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This continuation of Darlene’s Story is still in Darlene’s point of view. Click here for Darlene’s Story page if you want to read the entire piece. Thanks for stopping by!