Morning all. We made it to mid week on this sweaty, sweaty week. I have to admit, while I like knowing the weather, I sort of wish the forecast was a little more vague. Tell me that at 6:30 in the morning it is 88 degrees with a 32% chance of afternoon rain. Fine. If you want to add the 62% humidity, okay. It doesn’t make me happy, but sure. When you start adding in feels like 92 I start getting grumpy but adding 91 in the shade seems like a bit much before coffee. Especially when you follow with the 98 by 11 along with the relative extra data. I know it is helpful, but it’s not really how I want to start the morning. Maybe they need to create an option for slightly less information before 8 am and just give a button to click if you want more details. Something to look into. But now, lets get on with the morning prompt. Timers set and off we go.
Ah who doesn’t love the start of a surprise journey for unexpected reasons. At least in fiction. I’m going to have to figure out why she is being called home, but it could prove an interesting starting point. I would probably start the story with the call though.
Wednesday, July 10th: The journey would be long.
The journey would be long. There was no getting around that. Still, I knew it had to be made. There were still some family members who, when they called, you listened. There were fewer than there had been, but that was simply the way of things. Garett was still one of the ones I listened to.
He called and told me I was needed at home. So I was going home.
‘Probably my own fault for moving so far away,’ I thought. ‘It be a shorter journey if I hadn’t left.’
There was no heat to the thought. I knew if I stayed I would have either gone stark raving mad from dealing with the family every day or I would be locked away in a prison cell for giving into the violence that I would no doubt succumb to. I once told that to a boyfriend when he asked why I moved away from home. I think he expected either a tale of a previous love that didn’t work out or some sort of dream job scenario. Being told I was avoiding giving into violence had not been what he expected and he laughed.
I couldn’t blame him. I wasn’t by nature a violent person. But, boy could my family bring that side out in me. Leaving had been an act of self-preservation. While I still called home now and again, often there would be long months between calls and there had not been a single vist either way in ten years.
‘But Garett called,’ I reminded myself. I leaned against the side of the car as the gas tank filled. My large sunglasses shielded my eyes from the glare of the afternoon sun bouncing off the metal of the other cars. The warm metal of my own older model Toyota sung in through the fabric of my shirt and jeans.
Garett had been light on details but adamant I needed to return. I suspected he was light on the details so I wouldn’t be able to argue against the request. ‘Hard to argue if you don’t know the details.’
I was mentally scrolling through all of the possible reasons for the call when a sleek sports car pulled up to one of the pumps on the other side of the gas station. My Toyota blended with the other vehicles. The sports car did not. All of the others gassing up their vehicles turned to it, studying the alien vehicle and it’s driver.
It was shiny and red. It had a bit of a flattened shape to it. I didn’t know enough about such cars to say much else about it but I heard he man standing next to the blue Volvo on the other side of my pump let out a gasp.
“Lamborghini,” He breathed out in reverential tones.
I looked back to the vehicle. The others were studying it and barely gave a flicker to the man exiting the driver’s side door. He could be described ass tall dark and handsome I supposed, but there was a look on his face that sent a chill up my spine. His eyes scanned those now studying his car. My pump clicked letting me know the tank was full and I was happy to turn away, complete my purchase and get on my way. I made sure to put the pump between me and the man as I completed my purchase. For some reason, I didn’t want him paying me too much attention.
Ten til Midnight 