Writing 101: Day Sixteen; The Serial, That Day in the Woods, pt 3
On day four, you wrote about losing something. On day thirteen, you then wrote about finding something. So, today’s twist: If you’d like to continue our serial challenge, also reflect on the theme of “lost and found” more generally in this post.
Part 2 is here Writing 101: Day Thirteen
Two days later Greg and I sat staring out the Eddy Cafe window, drinking, coffee for him, tea for me and watching people stroll by.
“You know you were pretty calm during that incident. Are you okay? I should really be charging him with something.”
“No charges. It’s just something that happened, it’s over now, though I may have a breakdown in a coupla days and vow never to leave my house again.” I waved my hand “No, I am fine, really, it’s weird but I am.” I was surprised at myself.
“I’ve never been in a hostage situation before. I was just out looking for the guy, certainly wasn’t expecting that.” He smiled and added “I don’t mind admitting I was seriously concerned I’d screw up, though, if you mention that to anyone, I’ll deny it.”
I smiled back and made the ‘my lips are sealed’ motion. “How’s he liking the cell?”
“Pretty well, he’s an odd one that’s for sure, he seems almost happy. Relief I suppose. I’m curious as to why you would think a man with a knife to your throat might be innocent.”
I shrugged “Hopeful thinking? Why are you so sure he’s telling the truth?”
“I dunno.” It was his turn to shrug. “From the info that was sent me, I wondered if they had the right guy, but then he did that and I wondered again, it didn’t feel right though.”
“Info? Ah, that’s how you knew who he was.”
“Yes, I get bulletins and one of the photos, even though the man was clean cut in it, made me think of Scruffy Guy, so I requested more information.”
“And they don’t suspect him for the murders anymore?”
“It doesn’t seem so, but who really knows. They may not have sent everything.” He shook his head. “I’ll be driving him down to Vancouver tomorrow. I’ll try stick around and see what happens.”
Luke burst into the cafe, shoved my feet off their chair and sat down.
“Hi!” He grinned, looking from Greg to me and back again. “What’s up? You both look a little, uh, what’s that word, um, contemplative?”
“Nothing much.” We both answered. He didn’t look as if he believed us.
“Look what I found out there.” He motioned towards the provincial park that the little town sat up against and dangled a necklace in front of me. “Hey, how come Scruffy Dudes’ in your cell, Greg?”
While Greg and Luke talked I pondered the snail fossil necklace, the one I’d lost a year ago when I was down visiting my Mum.