Happy Wednesday everyone. So much to do and only half a work week left to do it. so let’s get a move on and jump into the morning prompt. Writing implements at the ready… and let those timers fly!
I am going to think about this one way more than i probably should today.
Wednesday, May 17th: Music drifted through the twilight as though welcoming the coming night.
Music drifted through the twilight as though welcoming the coming night. She felt free. It was a strange sensation. She felt light and almost insubstantial as smoke. At the moment no one knew where she was. No one was even looking for her. She knew that would change. She figured she had at best three days before someone would notice she was missing.
As she strolled down the street letting the sounds of music drift over her, she wondered what would happen when they did realize she wasn’t where they expected her to be. Would they come looking? She tried to picture it as she side stepped a group of early revelers. They were still dressed from their work day and eager to shed their office personas. Later she knew this street would be alive with people. There would be dancing in the streets as groups moved from one venue to another. At this time of year the party never seemed to end.
It was one of the reasons she came here. She was not known for her party going ways. However she figured it was easier to not be noticed in a crowd then off by herself. And all things considered, it was relatively easy to escape the continuous party. If anyone invited her then she just walked a little faster and waved to someone in the distance, laughing as though she was catching up with her group.
She suspected that after three days they would notice her absence. Questions would be asked and calls made. She thought there might be another day or two before someone actually went to her place to check on her.
‘I wonder if the police will be called,’ she asked herself as she continued on her way. The crowds were thickening and as much as she enjoyed her twilight stroll it was time to get off the street and back to her place. She quickened her pace.
They had a natural dislike of the police, but they might consider breaking into the house necessary and make the call. When they went in, whether with the police or not, they would find her gone. Her bags would be missing and her clothing clearly no longer in the closet.
Most of the items she took from the closet she dropped off at the goodwill donation bin as they might be too recognizable. She had another wardrobe of less notable clothing already packed in the trunk of her getaway car. It was a cash purchase that she left at the airport long term storage after buying. She picked it up and left the car everyone knew she had at the airport. Around the apartment were various brochures and pamphlets for spa themed get aways.
‘And even if the getaway car was spotted at the airport it will do them no good now.’ She thought. The car was a clunker when she bought it, but it only needed to go a few hours down the road. She took it and left it in the back lot of a different airport before boarding her actual flight. That flight out was the last of her official paper trail. The boat ride and rental car were done under other names and paid for with cash. She hoped she had done enough.
‘With time they could find me,’ she thought. She shrugged off the thought as she reached her door, unlocked it and began to climb the stairs to her small apartment. Permanent hiding wasn’t the goal. She had a timeline. Eight months was all she needed. Eight months gone and she could return, if she chose. Or let them find her. She just had to stay gone just long enough.
Ten til Midnight 