A flash piece (~1,000 words). I remember it came to me full bore but don’t remember what precipitated it.
Oh, wait, I do remember. Can you guess what brought it about? The answer’s at the bottom of the post.
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Haggarty’s feet seemed to argue with him about walking through the door. His five-o’clock shadow was well past midnight and he wore the same clothes he wore when I last saw him two days ago.
He grabbed a coffee and sat.
Lucello left me in charge and to be polite I said, “Rough night?”
He nodded, pulled his phone out of his pocket and thumbed up a few screens.
I tapped my pencil on the table. “Well?”
“I got home and all day my wife’s leaving me texts and voicemails that the dryer vent is loose and rattling so fix it when I get home.
“So I get home and I know I’m not gonna get any peace until I fix that dryer vent so first thing I go to the junk drawer for a screwdriver to fix the vent.
“But the screwdriver isn’t there. I’m thinking, ‘Oh, she fixed it herself.’ then I notice the little hammer isn’t there, either. I start moving things around. The pliers aren’t there and the Phillips head is missing.
“What the fuck? So I go into the bathroom where the dryer is and sure thing, the vent is completely off and there’s a hand there, the fingers clamped around the pliers, and I’m thinking ‘What the fuck?’
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