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An Encounter with Destiny

October 7, 2009
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3ww

The woords this week are: fallow, limit, vocal

 

An Encounter with Destiny

Lisa fidgeted with her drink, taking a sip and then stirring it aimlessly with the stir stick. She wondered why it was called a stir stick when it wasn’t a stick at all, but rather a miniature straw. She realized her thoughts were becoming fragmented. She had decided to take a break from her holiday shopping to gather her thoughts and relax with a short one. She needed to check her list and organize her plan for the stores to visit next. Her heart wasn’t in the holiday spirit this year. Her life had become fallow, empty and meaningless since the discovery of her husband’s affair last summer. A short one soon turned into three, verified by two sticks lying beside her napkin and the one in her drink. She had learned months ago to keep the sticks. Four sticks were her limit. She felt the tension draining from her shoulders, maybe she would only need three sticks today.

Brian sat across the bar, watching the attractive brunette become lost in her thoughts as each drink penetrated her troubled soul. He saw her come in almost an hour before and knew instantly she would be the one today. She was tall and thin, dressed in an expensive tailored suit, quite the contrast from the pudgy blond waitress five days before, and the auburn librarian ten days before who wore an unneeded girdle.  He had become quite good at reading their signs; a stiffness in their stride breaking the natural swing of their hips, slight furrows etched across their forehead from the disappointments in their lives, the anxious fumbling for money in their purse as they ordered their drink thinking the relief would come quicker if the money was ready. He gave himself a private salute as he watched her take the first sip. Her eyes closed and only a slight tremor was noticeable as the cool liquid slid down her throat. A glance at his watch told him she had denied herself the relief she desperately needed for a full half hour, it was 12:30.  He resisted the urge to laugh at the rationalizations they used. If they didn’t have a drink before noon, then they did not have a problem. If they gave themselves a limit, they didn’t have a problem. Brian’s intuition was rewarded when he watched her place the first stir stick beside her napkin as she pushed her glass forward on the bar for a refill. He figured her to be a four drink limit. He would wait until she was half way through her third drink before making his move. His had perfected his pattern. He would take a seat on her right, engage in quiet small talk, insist on buying her a drink, and discretely remove one of the sticks as he distracted her attention. She would accept his generous offer three more times, thinking she still had one more drink before her limit was reached. She would then be ready to meet her destiny.

The bartender placed drinks in front of them. He never tired of watching men move in for the kill. He had picked up a few moves himself from watching bored housewives be seduced by afternoon don wans. Most were very vocal, loud and obnoxious. But this one was a smooth operator.  He chuckled to himself as he watched the slight of hand movement remove one of her stir sticks. “Yes, this guy was good,” he thought to himself as he picked up the morning newspaper to ease the boredom of a slow afternoon and began reading the headline story:

 

Authorities Deny Rumors of a Serial Killer in our Mist

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7 Comments leave one →
  1. October 7, 2009 9:55 am

    well written and so true of preditors and prey. These are scary times for the vulnerable.
    I like how the story gives insight into both minds and how easly people give off behavior cues.
    Happy 3WW!

  2. October 7, 2009 11:41 am

    I like the litlle observations.

    get that card for me

  3. October 7, 2009 12:38 pm

    Loved this brilliant exploration of character… you told this story so well. Part of me hopes this troubled woman tells the don juan to just BEAT it, take a flying hike…I’d love her destiny to have a happier ending. But I suspect our serial killer knows his stuff and how to read the signs all too well.

    Fantastic job.

  4. October 7, 2009 8:45 pm

    Chilling. You set it up so well I had no idea. I hope she manages to get away.

  5. October 7, 2009 10:34 pm

    Well written – the characters are real and the story line is great. A fine read!

  6. October 8, 2009 8:18 am

    This was so gripping! You did a brilliant job of setting up the story…I truly want to know what happens next, and hated to see it end. Awesome job!

  7. October 8, 2009 10:50 am

    You never truly know the other person nearby… nice buildup and detail.

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