Stuck In the Driveway Part II

It is "Fiction Friday" here at Writing for Fun. Tonight we continue our story from last week. Enjoy this week's installment.

Stuck In the Driveway Part II

A yellow Pontiac Sunfire pulls into the parking lot of the “Brogan's Green Thumb.” A dark haired woman steps out of the car wearing jeans that are a half size too small and a too tight “Brogan's Green Thumb” shirt. Bev's pony tail flips up as she looks down to extinguish her cigarette. As she is twisting her foot to grind the cigarette butt into the ground, she starts coughing as only a smoker can in the morning. In her attempt to get her cough under control, she did not see the black sedan exiting at far end of the parking lot. Bev spits out the phlegm that she has coughed up. She quickly looks around to see if any one has seen her less than elegant act, and no one is around. The dull pain of her headache was a constant reminder of the beverages she consumed last night.

“What am I doing here on a Sunday at 8 a.m.?” Bev asked herslef. Last night at dinner, she had sensed that something was wrong with Stan. Her husband, Tom, and she got together with Stan and Mary Ann every Saturday night for the last 18 years. Ever since Stan and Mary Ann got married. Last night Stan seemed very preoccupied, and Bev knew that when he was preoccupied that nine times out of ten it had to do with work.

So, Bev took it upon herself, as she always felt she had to, to try and take care of him. She knew he would pretend to be mad at her; but, in the end he would thank Bev for her help, as he always did. Bev went to put her key in the door and realized that it was already unlocked. Briefly, she thought that she should call the police before going inside, but that thought was fleeting. Bev wasn't one to wait for help.

She gasped as she looked around the office. Manilla folders were strewn all over the floor, the papers that had been in them were scattered everywhere. Bev noticed that a few had gotten stuck in the Fica tree that was laying on its side. Most of the dirt that had been in the pot was now staining the carpet. Oh how she hated that tree.

Bev turned around to go outside and call the police from her cell phone when a man in a dark suit stepped into the office. Her scream was stifled as everything around her went black.

To be continued...Stuck in the Driveway Part III


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