7. in which danny is followed by a car at midnight

There wasn’t much else for Danny to do before work in three hours, and she wasn’t sure what to do with the time. She felt edgy and restless and out of place. After putting her clothes away and pacing in the living room, she settled for a long shower and an hour lying curled in front of the TV. Then, she walked to work half an hour early and sat in the cafe, eating broccoli soup and watching other people read.

Of all the places, and of all days, they stuck her behind the customer service counter. She could barely conceal her irritation with each customer, and was distracted all day by thoughts of vines, and people screaming, and broken window panes.

“Are you all right?” asked a coworker, about halfway through the shift.

Danny swiped a pile of books a woman had just left on the counter – books that she would have to reshelve. She looked up through her tousled bangs and said, “Not really.” Then, in a civil tone, added, “Thanks,” and forced a dry smile.

Actually, Danny preferred shelving books. It was mindless but took attention, allowed her an excuse to pace, and there was less people interaction. Her hackles raised every time she neared the children’s section, but she made it through her shift without any prehensile vine incidents.

After helping to shoo customers out the door and clean up the mess they’d made, Danny clocked and began to head home. It was nearly midnight. The night air was thick with humidity, the parking lot well-lit with streetlights. A car idled nearby. As Danny passed, her head downturned and her hands stuffed in her pockets, the car’s headlights came on, and it slowly backed out. It began to follow her at a snail’s pace.

Danny bristled. She turned, swelling with rage, as a hundred possibilities flashed through her mind.

That is when she recognized Jett’s blue Corolla, and Jett’s pale face looking at at her through the opened passenger side window.

“Jesus, Jett!” she hissed, heart pounding.

“Did you forget?” he asked, expression lit with amusement.

“Bastard,” she said, getting in and slamming the door.

“Love you, too,” he grinned.

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Christie “Iamba” Bailey

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~ by iamba on August 30, 2008.

One Response to “7. in which danny is followed by a car at midnight”

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