STALK...
Who's making himself at home....
when no one is home?
when no one is home?
The nose of the white Volvo station
wagon peeked out of the hedge surrounding the house on Brainard Road, checking
for non-existent traffic. In truth you
were more likely to be run over by a deer out here in the country than an
SUV.
As Carolyn Breightner turned right
out of her drive way she adjusted the rear view mirror. Every time her husband Jeff drove her car she
had to reset everything. Her seat,
mirrors and radio station pre-sets reflected his intrusion, and she frowned as
she paused to put everything to right.
Just behind her a small black car dimmed its lights as it followed her down the steep hill to the main highway. Carolyn’s cell phone played a newly loaded Josh Groban song she’d bought as a ring tone; she fumbled in her bag to grab it before the ringing ended. Looking at the face of her phone, she saw the caller’s number was blocked. Irritated by yet another wrong number she tossed the phone back into her bag without answering. Someone had her number in their contact list by mistake and had been calling her twice a day for weeks. “Get your hammy fingers on the right keys, dude,” she grumbled.
Her thoughts moved forward into her
day, thinking about the presentation she was putting together for her
boss. Working at an ad agency had not
proved to be the creative, exciting job she had expected. Instead she found herself working as a
secretary with a title. Her last ditch
effort to land an account was on her computer at work, and if her boss wouldn’t
allow her to handle this one she’d be putting her resume together. “I’m ready for this, and he’s going to
realize that once he sits down and sees my ideas,” she thought.
The black car turned off just
before the bottom of the hill, and Carolyn was alone on the road as she turned
right to head into town.
CHAPTER TWO..........................
Sitting in his small black car just half a block from her
driveway, Marco saw Carolyn’s white Volvo slowly emerge from the drive way. He
had been in this spot, drinking coffee from a thermos, since six a.m. His stomach tightened with excitement, and he
slid the car into gear and started to follow.
He hit number one on his cell phone, and it automatically
dialed Carolyn’s phone number.
“Ah….we’re not answering today,” he said. Being the courteous person he was, he dimmed
his lights so that he didn’t blind her through the rearview mirror.
It was now seven twenty a.m., and Marco knew that meant
Carolyn wasn’t going to the gym before work this morning. He also knew that meant she would be at the
gym at six p.m. this evening, and by seven she would be heading back home
wearing leotards and a big, baggy t-shirt that featured a shaggy bear holding a
garden tool and the slogan “Hairy Potter” on the front. It was Marco’s favorite of her workout shirts,
and he often dug it out of the basket in Carolyn’s bedroom, pressing it to his
face as he looked around the room and imagined her coming through the front
door downstairs calling, “Marco, I’m home!”
Some day they would laugh about these things while they
snuggled in the king sized bed together.
Carolyn had a wonderful sense of humor and Marco looked forward to the
day when she knew the whole story of how he chose her and waited for her.
He made a right hand turn near the bottom of the hill. As Carolyn went on her way he followed the
circular driveway and doubled back to make the left onto Brainard Road. He was headed back up to hill to Carolyn’s
driveway in the watery early morning light.
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