“Too Fast?”

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It was a typical Sunday night.

Brian sat alone in his squad car, just the moon and stars kept him company.  What did he expect?  Nothing much ever happened in Sweet River, anyway.  Petty thefts, an occassional B&E.  They’d had three speeders one day this summer.  Of course, that was during their annual Sugar River Festival in July.  The parade had gotten out of hand.  Maybe they should outlaw the beer tent?

Sheriff Brian Sugar checked the time, 10:45.  His shift would be over at 2 AM.  Their county police force was small and kept him busy filling in patrol duties for his deputies.  Probably why he wasn’t married and hardly had time to date.  His co-workers kidded him (mostly behind his back-but he knew) that he was just too sweet for the single ladies around town. 

Light reflected from his rear view mirror as a car popped over the hill behind him.  Approaching  quickly, it set the radar chirping.

Turning the key, Brian reved the engine and put in in gear.  He jammed the brake.  As the vehicle sped by he slipped the pedal and burned rubber in hot pursuit.

“Got a black sedan, doing about a hundred per.”  He switched on the lights and siren, gaining ground fast.  His speedometer read 127.  “It’s a Chevy-Malibu.  Driver is slowing-slowing…”

The Chey’s brake lights were mere feet from his front bumper.  “Hey-Ease up on the pedal!”  The sheriff was forced to lock it down.

As the dust settled, he caught his breath.  The car he’d frantically chased set peacefully on the side of the road.

Climbing out, he began cautiously moving forward while his fingers unlatched the strap on his revolver.

The driver’s window was rolled down as he ran the flashlight beam inside, “What seems to be the rush?”  Surprize slapped the Sheriff.  “What’s the hurry, Maam?”

A gorgeous woman with raven-black hair smiled innocently up at him.  “Sorry, Officer.  Was I going too fast?”

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Lonely Librarian

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 Rebecca groaned,lifting another stack of books.

 “You guys can leave,” she said, shifting the heavy load against her hip.  “It’s ten after seven.  I’ll finish up.”  She took a few steps and turned as her 2-girl helpers made for the exit.

 “And lock the door on your way out!”  She called after them.

Jeff, the new staff member, grabbed the last pile of returned books.  I’ll take care of these before I go,” he smiled.

“Thank-you, Jeff.  You just earned some extra points with me!”

Nodding, he headed toward the proper shelves, “I’ll lock the door when I’m done.  See you tomorrow.”

Rebecca trudged along row after row of books, pausing to place the returned volumes on their proper shelves.  Three for Science Fiction, two for the Horror shelf and.  She checked the number on binding.  836.2-Romance.  She studied the cover…a handsome guy smiled with his arm around the book’s blonde heroine.  “He looks a little like Jeff,” she whispered.  He’d only worked at their library for a few weeks, and Jeff seemed ok…but there was something different about him.  She couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

 “I should read this one,” she shook her head, “with Jeff-or whoever he is on the cover.  God knows I could use a little…”

Painfully, she knew that her ‘love life’ had been something only lived-out in her mind.  What would she do without romantic novels?  “I might be better off without them,” she sighed.  “I need the real thing.”

 The Hillyard Public Library was so quiet when she was its only occupant.  So quiet.  So alone.

 She ran her finger along the top shelf of Love Stories, felt the tiny crack where the book had been pulled out two weeks ago.  As she wiggled it back in something sent a chill down her spine.

 Some sound.   A voice?  She should be alone!

 

     Turning slowly, Rebecca…

“You Think?”

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“Are you sure its safe to eat?”  Heather squeezed the stem just hard enough to keep from dropping it.

“Sure it is,” Dustin swept his hand across the mushrooms littering the forest floor.  “These are all good ones!”  He carefully adjusted his Detroit Tigers cap.  “Now, let’s pick em, it’s getting late.”

Heather did and soon her sack was nearly full.  She loved mushrooms, the store-bought kind, but she’d never eaten wild morels.  Her new BFF, Dustin was an outdoorsman and went on and on about how good these particular fungi would taste.  And when he bent down for them, his stretched tight jeans couldn’t hide his muscular body.  But it was getting harder to see in the dwindling light.

“Dustin-Where are we?”

“I think we can make the truck before dark.  Come on, just a couple more and we’ll head back.”

“You think we can make it?”  She Questioned.

“No.  I know we’ll be fine.”

Shaking her head, she glanced West, the sun was no where to be found.  Uneaseiness crept over her and a shiver ran down her spine.  They should leave now.

“Dusty, we need to-”

“Go.”  He put two morels in his bag.  “I know.”  He grabbed her hand, “This way to the truck, Baby.”  He led her through tall popple and thick pine trees at a quick pace.

Minutes later, he stopped dead.  Dustin studied the woods and skylined treetops.  Turning, he faced her.

Heather peered hopefully at the whites of his eyes in the gloom.

“Ah, Babes.  Not sure I’ve been here before,” he said nervously.  “If we go fast-that way.”  Dustin pointed in the direction they’d just come from, “I think we’ll be ok.”

“You think?”  Heather whispered tersely.

Tip-Toe Through The Moonlight

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“Loser!”  Julie slammed the door.

She made sure the rotten thing was locked and started walking.  Glancing over her shoulder she saw the hood of her car was still proped on the rod.

“Good enough!” She spewed, “If the cops come along that should be sufficient to let them know-I’m havin’ trouble!”

Three inch heels clicking on the asphalt she hurried along.  She’d left the flashlight on the passenger seat since the batteries had lasted only a few minutes.  Everything had been against her so far…Jeff had asked her to spend the night, but she’d told him no.  It had felt-wrong, though she’d stayed over before.

“This is wrong too!”  She worried as clouds hid the full moon for a moment.  Ankles wobbling, she paused and pulled off her shoes.  Barefoot, now she walked carefully.   

 Julie heard something moving…something close by in the woods.  It was still a mile to Jeff”s place.  She heard the rustling in the foilage again.  Heart pounding, Julie raised to the tips of her toes, trying to see over the brush…

After You…

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Jenna pressed her ear against the wood.

“Hear anything?” Kevin whispered.

“Shush!  I could if you’d be quiet.”  Jenna listened intently.  Hoping to hear the strange noise again…and praying not to at the same time.  Peeling paint and dirt assulted her cheek and ear lobe as her head slipped on the door.  Slipped!  She realized, annoyed.  More like shoved as her boyfriend Kevin’s hard noggin had pushed in above her.

“Aaaahhooooo!”

They recoiled!  Jenna’s upper cranium made solid contact with Kevin’s lower jaw.  He grabbed his face.  She grabbed his free hand.  Together they took a step backward in the moonlight.

“Man-I think it’s broken!”  He rubbed his bearded chin.

“Big Baby!  Come on…Somebody’s hurt in there, or something.”

“The place is sposed to be empty.”  He leaned far forward and stretched to reach the door knob.  Kevin touched it with just his index finger.  “Nobody’s lived here in…forever-right?”

“It sounded like someone does,” she whispered shrilly.  “Now, go!  Get in there.”

Kevin’s eyes caught pale light filtering through trees, “After You…”