Morning all and time for the Monday morning writing prompt. Are you ready? Personally I could use a few more hours of sleep before being ready, but as that is not going to happen, I say we just get Monday started. So Timers set and off we go.
Oh, I don’t know what happened to James yet but it isn’t going to be normal and I think it might be fun. I will be thinking about this all day and circling back.
Monday, October 6th: He got on his knees to look under the bed.
He got on his knees to look under the bed. It had to have rolled under here. He looked but in the half darkness of the room and the deeper shadows under the bed, the dark gray sock was impossible to find. He reached out a hand and swept his arm across the floor. His sweep netted him five socks, none of them his, two cat toys in a hose with no cats and something that clanged as slightly metallic when he touched it.
“Have you gotten it?” Lila whispered.
“I can’t find it,” he said.
Steps sounded on the stairs outside.
“Just get under the bed,” she hissed.
James sighed but slipped under the bed, hands still questing for his missing sock. He still wasn’t entirely certain how it came to this. He had never been in a predicament like this in his life. Had never planned to be. He was delivering a package and through a series of errors ended up being knocked out on the porch.
Something fell on him and he still wasn’t entirely certain what. He woke up with a bandage on his head, his skull pounding like a drum and found he was somehow only wearing his boxers. He stood up slowly and reached for his clothing which was piled on the chair beside the bed. He saw blood spattered on his shirt and assumed that was the reason his clothes were removed. He had no idea why no one called a doctor. If he had someone unconscious and bleeding on his porch he would have called for an ambulance.
He dressed and then went looking for his socks. The rooms light was dim and as he bent to retrieve them, Lila burst into the room and told him fearfully that he couldn’t be caught there. James was all for admitting to an accident but Lila seemed terrified and some how James ended up under the bed, gripping his shoes in one hand and looking for his missing sock with the other.
The footsteps arrived and the door opened. The footsteps entered and James listened as Ernie sat on the bed to take his shoes off. He and Lila chatted about their respective days and after a moment or two both left, walking back downstairs. The scent of frying onions reached his nostrils and James heard the television kick on.
He found his missing sock and slipped out from under the bed, putting his socks on but keeping a hold of his shoes. He tiptoed over to the window. He set his shoes down, lifted the sash and picked his shoes up again. The window oped out over the back porch. He closed the window behind him and then tossed his shoes over the edge and into the back yard. He then slipped across the edge and shimmied down the side of the back porch. James retrieved his shoes and tiptoed around the side of the house, leaving the property while avoiding all of the windows.
His car was where he left it and James quickly got inside and drove away. He thought about going home but he worried about the bandage on his head and instead drove to an urgent care facility a few blocks down from his apartment. He signed in and waited. The doctor took him back and asked what happened. Seeing no reason not to, James explained what he knew. The doctor’s expression went from concerned, to amused and then back to concerned as he began unwrapping the bandage from James’ head.
“Well that is certainly unexpected,” James heard the Doctor say.
Ten til Midnight 