Morning everyone. Ready for the final prompt of the week? Let’s jump in and see what we can make from this short sentence above. Timers set for fifteen minutes and let’s get this morning started.
It took me a while to figure out where I was going. Honestly, I didn’t see where that was until just before the timer went off.
Friday, February 27th: His expression was serious.
His expression was serious. He looked over the gathered group, clearly expecting some form of announcement from the group. Whatever question he had was unspoken. Lynn assumed it was supposed to give them time to reflect upon their guilt and cause it to bubble to the surface causing spontaneous confession.
In a way it worked. Lynn stood there scrolling through her memory of the past few days looking for something that she might have done to cause Mr. Duncan issues. The problem was she couldn’t think of a one. Looking around the room she saw signs of the same mental process on other faces. There was more puzzlement than guild. Still he stood there.
“Well?” he said finally.
After a glance around Rachel ventured a comment. “Is something wrong Mr. Duncan?”
They all looked back to Mr. Duncan. He blinked in surprise at the question. Then his lips compressed in anger flattening out for a moment as he tried to choose his next words.
“None of you are taking accountability?” he said. Anger and disbelief were in equal measure in the tone.
“For what?” Laura asked. Puzzlement dusted every face. He clamped his lips back together and pointed to the window. They all turned and shuffled over. Being farthest from the window Lynn was the last to arrive.
“All I see is your car parked at the curb, Mr. Duncan,” Laura said.
“Did something happen to it?” Rachel asked. I looked. The car was beside the curb and looked as it always did when he was parked there. I looked around and could see nothing else out of place. We all looked back to Mr. Duncan.
“You…” he frowned, paused and stared at them. His anger fading into confusion. “You just see my blue car?” he asked.
They all looked back to the window. The blue car was still parked beside the curb.
“Yeah,” Rachel said. “Was there something else?”
He walked over to the window and looked out, all of them looked out as well. “You see nothing strange?”
“About your car?” Laura asked. This time there was a note of concern. “Or is there something else?”
He backed away. “No,” he said. “I suppose it is gone. And apparently had nothing to do with you. I see. I am sorry for the intrusion. I will let you get back to your study hour.”
He turned and walked back to the door. His brow was heavily creased and he was shaking his head. Lynn looked out of the window as the rest of the group started backing away. She tilted her head slightly and saw it. It was a sort of shimmery veil over the car.
‘Illusion,’ she thought. She kept the thought to her self as they all returned to where they were before the interruption. The illusion wasn’t aimed at her but targeted to Mr. Duncan so she couldn’t see what it did.
‘Someone is playing with Mr. Duncan.’
She didn’t like the man any more than anyone else but she generally just avoided him. He was a pompous blowhard but an easily avoidable one. Someone apparently thought differently. ‘Trouble is there are few who can weave that targeted an illusion.’ She suspected things were about to get interesting.
Ten til Midnight 