works out." My phone rang a reprieve. "This is my daughter; I've got to take it."
"Thanks again." The heavy air around me cleared and the sense of impending doom lifted.
It’s been a week since I last saw Dinah. I heard her leave several times, that's not hard to do with a Harley. I even heard her drums once or twice, but not a word from her. When I look over at her place, the lights are never on, I don’t remember ever seeing company visiting, and her place is directly across from mine. I called her the second day after our last visit to see how things were going. She informed me that nothing happened yet and therefore her gut feelings must be right. Since I made the last attempt to contact, I feel good enough to ease any feelings of guilt.
My curiosity finally got the best of me and I called Ernie.
"Ernie, are you in the neighborhood?"
"I am. Do you have my coffee cup heated?" His standard retort.
"Stop on by. I even have your favorite Danish, fresh from the bakery."
He must have been close. Before I could get my shoes off and the coffee pot brewing, he knocked on the door.
"So tell me what's new in the neighborhood." Ernie took his seat at the kitchen table and made himself at home. With his mouth full of Danish, he spouted all the gossip he had accumulated since our last chat.
"What's happening with Dinah? She hasn't made any more requests for assistance from me and I'm curious as to her progress." I hated to admit and stoop so low as to require gossip.
"I haven't spoken to her either. I do know she's paid her rent and that's about it. She is gone during the day a lot but other than that she's a mystery. I tried to befriend her, but a barrier went up quickly. It was as if she thought I all I wanted was to get in her pants. She shied away and wouldn't have anything to do with me."
"Wow. I guess we both struck out. She left an impression on me. I didn't realize how good my life has been until I met her. It appears that she and her Harley are where the rubber meets the road."
About the author:
Her thirty-five year residency of Florida is evident in her stories. Her stories are about ordinary people having extra ordinary occurrences in their lives. Hopefully, these stories will please the reader as much as they pleased her to write them.
She may is recently retired but still active artist. She dabbles in painting, photography and macramé for relaxation. She has been writing poetry and short stories since her late twenties. Most of her poetry survived, but her short stories kept evolving. Through study and reading, she now is able to spend the time to improve her craft and share it with an audience.
How A Prank Turned Into a Crime
Last House on Flamingo Road
Now You've Done it
Pirates Demise
Shame on You!
The Cat's Dowry
The Last Straw
The Statistics of Winning
The Sum of Who I am
Two for the Price of One
You Can Run, But You Can't Hide
A Flash In the Pan
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