Wednesday Story Day – AKA – Hump Day

~ John W. Howell
“Now what are you looking for, Twiggy?”
“Friday. It’s gotta be here somewhere.”
“It’s Wednesday Little One. Have patience.”

It is Wednesday Storytime again, and last week we were in Jerry’s apartment, where we learned that Wentworth did not place a call to Jerry. On top of that, Jerry has a smartphone, so Wentworth’s claim that he removed the battery was false. Andrew said he smelled a trap just as the elevator stopped outside Jerry’s apartment. “Get down everyone,” was the last thing we heard Larry yell. We better get back there to see what kind of mayhem is in store. Although you can’t be hurt by flying fictional bullets, I would still be cautious.

“Hey, Jerry.”

“Yes, Larry.”

“Does your door lock when you close it?”

“Yes, sir. I always throw the deadbolt as well.”

“Did you do that after letting us inside?”

“It seems I would have, but I can’t remember.”

“What position is the deadbolt when thrown?”

“Parallel to the floor.”

“Okay, I can see that’s the position of the bolt. At least whoever is getting off that elevator won’t just walk in here. Okay, everyone quiet, I hear something in the hall.”

“They are ringing my bell.”

“Go ahead and ask what they want.”

“What do you want?”

“I have a special delivery for a Mr. Jerry Foster.”

“Leave it on the doormat.”

“I’m sorry, sir, but you have to sign for it.”

“What do I do, Larry?”

“Stay on the floor. I’m going to have a peek through your peephole in the door.”

“What do you see, Larry?”

“Nothing Andrew. I think there is black tape on it. Let’s all move to the back bedroom. Stay on the floor. Hands and knees, folks.”

“Holy shit.”

“You said a mouthful, Andrew. Those guys are shooting through the door, and I was just there.”

“What can we do?”

“Stay low. I’m going to pick them off one by one when they enter. I have a clean shot at the door. Hold on, they stopped firing. I’ll bet they’ll try to come in now.”

“What do they want?”

“I would say they want to kill us all, Jerry.”

“Why?”

“Andrew and I were hoping you could tell us that. That’s why we are here.”

“It’s very quiet, Larry.”

“To quote an old war movie, Andrew, ‘Almost too quiet.’”

“I’ll bet next you’re going to say. ‘Nice serving with you Andrew.”’

“Shut up, Andrew. I think they are trying to open the door.”

 

 

 

57 thoughts on “Wednesday Story Day – AKA – Hump Day”

    1. I think Twiggy is part cat. She loves to sit on the sofa back and watch out for invading aliens. Yes, Larry did reload and you are right. The cooffee maker is soon to be out of order. Thanks, Dan

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  6. Good heavens, even though “you can’t be hurt by flying fictional bullets,” this is scary! This story certainly keeps readers alert!

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  11. I’m sad I’ve been away so long that I’m having trouble keeping up with your story, John. I don’t know where I went off track, but there are so many twists and turns (good for you!) that I’d have to go back and try to piece things together (and I just can’t do that right now). Still, let me say I really love how brave Twiggy is, perching on the back of that sofa like that!!

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        2. I can see me saying something like that … so many things I want to do, to accomplish, and yet so little time. But who doesn’t leave wishing they could have done more … read just a few more books, painted a few more pictures, gone for just one more long walk in the woods, or eaten just one last cookie?

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