The Fifteen Minute Novel: Day 107

The Fifteen Minute Novel is a novel written fifteen minutes at a time with each week day’s section starting with the sentence from the previous day. At least it is attempting to be a novel. For now I am just aiming at one continuous story, worked on for fifteen minutes each day. Started Friday January 1st, 2021 (in case you want to search for the beginning. I can’t wait to see where it ends up. It could be good, or it could be a mess. We’ll have to see. For now, here is today’s fifteen minutes.

Day 107: He just didn’t know what it was.

He just didn’t know what it was. James couldn’t yet see it but he knew he would.

His days fell into a routine.  He rose. He worked. He came home and he studied the book and his notes.  His last frozen meal was consumed and he told Tucker he would be stopping at the soup and sandwich place to pick up dinner on Thursday.  He also warned Tucker of the possibility of the work related Friday Night Happy Hour followed by another run to the restaurant.  Tucker took the information in with no reaction. 

Thursday night, James finished Cassie’s book.  The notes were all taken.  While he continued to carry the notebook around in his work bag, the book was returned to its hiding place between the towels.  Now that he had the list, he needed to figure out what it was that caught his attention. 

‘Or at least the attention of my subconscious,” James thought as he readied himself for work on Friday.  As had become habit, Tucker followed him down the stairs, got into his car without a word and then followed James to work.  Thus far there had been no deviation.  No one jumped out of the bushes and attempted to kill him.  No one seemed to be paying him much attention at all.  He was just a worker bee in a hive of worker bees. 

“I’ll have to let him know about grocery shopping tomorrow,” James said to himself as he drove into the office. Upon arrival, James put it out of his head.  His work that day required even less of his attention than usual and he found his mind drifting.  Mike once again came by with an offer of Happy Hour and James accepted. 

Throughout his day, thoughts of Cassie’s book kept circling through his mind.  “What I need is to see it all in front of me,” he muttered to himself.  “I need to see it as a whole.”

If he were back in his office, he would have rolled the white board out put the information on it and stared at it as he looked for a pattern. “Maybe I can pick up a white board when I go to get groceries.”  Given that the small grocery near him was where the frozen meals came from, he knew groceries would be at the large scale big box store across town.  He was certain they had a row of office supplies where he could get a whiteboard.

As the work day ended, James once again put it out of his mind and followed Mike to The generic looking Sports Bar.  He saw Tucker’s car pull into the lot behind him and as per his instructions, ignored him completely.  The experience was very much the same as it had been the week prior.  He heard only a few words of the conversation, but pretended to look interested.  He was fairly certain the topic of conversation was a game. He was fairly certain it was a football game, but wasn’t a hundred percent.  He tried to catch the name of one of the teams being discussed but never could quite catch them.  He decided it didn’t matter and took a moment to look around.  He didn’t see Tucker, but to his surprise, James did see a familiar face in the crowd.

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