Morning all. Running a little late this morning so let’s just jump right into it and get this day started. So set those timers for fifteen minutes because here we go…
I kind of like this one. Not entirely sure what happened to cause out protagonist to go to the police station for an interview or how he would up with the overly dramatic roommate, but it could be fun to figure out.
Tuesday, May 9th: I am so relieved.
“I am so relieved,” Madison sighed as she rushed forward. The words trailed behind her like steam from an old fashioned locomotive. She rushed forward and embraced him dramatically. He stood stiffly, hands to his sides enduring the embrace.
When Sarah looked at him he awkwardly reached up and patted her shoulder. “It’s fine,” he said. He hoped it sounded reassuring. He looked back to Sarah who raised and eyebrow. “Really it is,” he said trying to put more feeling into it. Madison’s perfume was beginning to invade his senses. She changed it daily and some he liked better than others. This one was heavily floral and he could feel his sinuses start to react. He sniffed. His eyes starting to water and this throat to close up.
This seemed to be enough of a reaction for her to let him go.
“Oh you really are sorry for all the worry you caused,” She said. “I can tell. And the EVENT,” she breathed out the word dramatically exhaling it in all capital letters while clutching a hand to her chest. “It must have been so traumatic.”
He nodded and she decided a brandy was in order. She strode off to find one. He wished her luck as there was no alcohol in the house that he knew of. The party last week cleared them out.
“At best she’ll find a bit of margarita mix in the fridge.” He said.
“So,” Sarah said looking him over. “Do you need an antihistamine or is this general concern?”
“And antihistamine would be fantastic,” he said.
Sarah nodded. “Thought so.” She rummaged in her robe pocket and came out with a sheet of tablets. “Do you want some water?” she asked as she held them out.
He took them and noted they had a smooth coating that he could easily swallow. “No need,” he said popping one of the tabs out of the foil packaging. “When did you start carrying antihistamine in your bathrobe?”
He dry swallowed the tablet and handed the sheet back to her. She slipped it into her pocket.
“When Madison showed of three of her latest perfumes and they made my eyes water. I’m nowhere near as sensitive as you are and recently I haven’t done anything that warrants an overly dramatic hug.”
“Well that was hardly my fault.”
“Hmmm,” she said in a non-committal tone. “So how was it. The police station that is. I have to admit I’ve never been. Was it like the television?”
He tilted his head, unsure how to answer that. He didn’t tend to devour crime dramas the way she did and only saw them in passing. “It was crowded and loud,” he said. She looked disappointed. He wondered if he should mention the overwhelming feeling of repetition as he answered the same questions repeatedly each time with a different phrasing to either tease out more details or to trip him up. He wasn’t sure. He didn’t know if he was considered a suspect or a witness.
Ten til Midnight 