Darlene had let herself into Myrtle Crawford’s backyard with the intention of knocking on her patio slider, out of sight of nosy neighbors. Instead, she found herself crouched beneath a window, straining to place the muffled male voice that carried through the crack of the open window.
Paranoid after possibly murdering Jeff the night before, Darlene stayed at a hotel. At 8AM, she showed up at the bank before someone intervened again. After emptying the safe deposit box, she’d noticed a man lurking in the corner. Their gazes met and danger aroused every nerve ending. Darlene pointed him out to security, but when the guard approached, the man disappeared like smoke under a closed door. Just like that; gone.
The guard made sure she got to her car, but her paranoia lingered. Her senses heightened, she imagined the man’s gaze still on her and it prickled the hairs on her arms. Darlene glanced at her tote bag, dying to know the significance of that expandable folder of papers. Darlene cringed at her thought. Dying. That may indeed be my fate, she thought. In a split-second decision, she crawled ten feet to the small storage shed.
True to Myrtle’s style, the shed was unlocked. Darlene pried the door open, but halted when the creak cut through the quiet morning air. After several minutes, her heart slowed and she crawled inside. She shivered as cobwebs tickled her cheeks. She spotted a large bag of fertilizer propped against the back wall. She weaved around gardening supplies and tucked the folder behind it, careful to not disturb the dust.
Darlene backed out of the shed and pushed the door shut. She exhaled a relieved sigh when it didn’t groan. She crawled back to her spot under the window.
“I let this go far too long, Myrtle. This might cost you your life.”
“You’ve already taken it.”
Darlene’s breath caught in her throat, frightened by the icy tone of her father’s voice and puzzled by Myrtle’s reply.
This is my response to the Trifecta weekly challenge, which is to write a 33 to 333-word response (mine is 332) using the following word/definition: CRACK (a): a narrow break : fissure <a crack in the ice> ; (b): a narrow opening <leave the door open a crack><cracks between floorboards> —used figuratively in phrases like fall through the cracks to describe one that has been improperly or inadvertently ignored or left out <a player who fell through the cracks in the college draft> <children slipping through the cracks of available youth services>
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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!