The Handsome Stranger 7

1 – Fluid

2 – Melody

3 – Trap

4 – Flood

5 – Coma

6 – Leave

7 – Trail

Jack Watson was just returning to his desk when his phone rang. He picked it up and it was Fred Sanders from the real estate office. When Jack heard what he had to say he wrote a note for his assistant to get the editor and to call the police back.

Sergeant Wilson hung up the phone and grabbed his hat on the way out of his office. He drove to the real estate office. They were finally getting somewhere. The sketch in the paper had brought forth a lot more witnesses and information. It was finally starting to feel like they were on the right trail to track this monster down.

Fred had all the contact information ready for the Sergeant when he walked in. They talked briefly and the Sergeant thanked him for his help. Heading back to the car he had the dispatcher put a trace on the cell phone and send him the coordinates.

Ten minutes later four officers were closing in on Matthew Plumber as he was sitting at the local park waiting for the right person to come down the jogging trail that would remind him of her again and ignite his fuse. He was focused on a brunette in a blue jogging suit when he heard something behind him.

Sergeant Wilson and his men approached directly behind the suspect quietly and quickly. Guns drawn he announced, “Springfield PD, Matthew Plumber you’re under arrest.” Matthew had prepared for this moment. He moved in one rapid motion standing and reaching for his back pocket as he turned. The Sergeant yelled, “Freeze!” But Matthew kept moving. A move he had practiced many times. He had to make it look good; like he really had a gun. The officers had no choice. The guns rang out and Matthew fell to the ground.

In the weeks that followed they found all the evidence to prove he indeed had murdered four local women and one from Jonesville. He would serve no time though, as he had been pronounced dead on the scene.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – trail

I Don’t

The ceremony started right at one o’clock with the groom and groomsmen entering the church. The bridesmaids entered and the music grew louder signaling the bride to come in. Everyone turned in their seats to see her enter, but she wasn’t there.

The bride stood in front of the mirror in jeans and a t-shirt placed the note on the table and quietly went out the back door. She would not put up with the lies anymore. She had suspected an affair, but today’s truth was too much. He could be with the other women. She felt so free now.

The Truth

It should be no surprise

The way I feel for you

If I were to confess the truth

It would be beyond the love of friendship

It would be physical yearning I cannot stop

It would be an emotion so strong it is beyond words

But what good is the truth when nothing will ever happen

It is just more pain and disappointment for me

Because it will never be…

Coat Of Lies

You varnish the truth

With another coat of lies

Thinking I wont notice what is real

Hidden behind your story

But after years of this

I know how you lie

And will no longer be sucked in

The stench of your lies

Is as strong as the whiskey on your breath

I know you’ve been drinking

And it breaks my heart again

If only you would see

The damage each drop creates

So go ahead and brush on another layer

And stain what relationship we have left

Somehow the truth will win in the end

Use Caution – Words Ahead

I blindly followed your words

Believing what you said

I was for once special and wanted

But they were only words for you

When to me they changed my world

Exposed me to new ideas

And had me believing in myself…

 

Now that you opened my eyes

Admitting to me the truth

I have to wonder

Would I have been better off

If I still blindly believed?