Sunday, March 8, 2015

4. "A Few Loose Ends"

As far as mornings go, this one had started delightfully. Though, our protagonists home could be counted on to have that mood as he rarely allowed it to be any other way. At least when looking at it from his perspective. A fresh cup of tea and a pleasant strawberry tart accompanied him on his way to the living room. He set them on the coffee table.
He opened the window behind the couch, allowing a brilliant sun to shine through the musky air. The room was still somewhat stale from the lack of an occupant for the last three weeks. The rays, by design, made their path to a short coffee table, revealing numerous papers scattered across it. He wouldn’t have had it any other way. The other night he had been jotting down notes as the details of various events had come to his mind. After taking a bite of the tart, he strummed his pen on the table.
“Ah yes,” he thought, while looking at the foremost sheet of paper, “that’s why I took a reprieve last night.”
A moment later a soft knock came from the front door. He glanced at the clock across the room.
“Excellent, right on time as always.”