Greetings! I have not been consistent. I’m working on it. My goal is to post something every Saturday but writer’s block is a bitch. In any case, it’s never too late to get it together, right?
Below is part 3 of the murder mystery I’ve been working on. Not to tell you how to live your life, but I recommend checking out part 1 and part 2 before you read this next part. But you do you. Enjoy!
“Ha-ha.” It was my turn to roll my eyes. “How long are you staying?”
“I can stay ‘til Tuesday; I’ve got meetings and clients later this week.”
Good. I have some company for a little bit. Allison and I like to take turns staying at each other’s places. Usually is just over weekends when Allison doesn’t have to work or travel. Allison is a consultant, and she’s basically on-call.
I put my credit card down and said, “Let’s split it. I’m going to the bathroom.”
When I returned, the bill was paid (by Allison, which irritated me), my credit card was gone, and Allison was standing outside, staring intensely at something in the periphery. I left a 5-dollar bill on the table and met Allison outside.
“First,” I huffed in annoyance, “where is my card? Second-”
Allison said nothing as she pulled my credit card out of her pocket and held it out with two fingers.
“Second,” I continued stubbornly, “I said we should split it. I don’t n-”
“You’re welcome,” she interrupted, quite rudely, might I add.
I glared at her before I reluctantly replied, “Thanks.”
We paused. I wasn’t mad anymore; I got curious.
“Hey, what were you looking at?”
Allison’s eyes shifted before she said, “What do you mean?”
I cocked my head and said, “You know what I mean. You were staring and staring at something in the distance. What was it?”
Allison let out a sigh and a chuckle. “Ha, oh right. I was kinda daydreaming. Not really looking at anything in particular.”
My eyebrow raised before I could stop it, but I didn’t argue.
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Streams of Consciousness to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.