The Fifteen Minute Novel: Day 132

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 132: He straightened, leaving the wine fridge where it was and walked to the front door.

He straightened, leaving the wine fridge where it was and walked to the front door. James peered through the peep hole and saw a man in a blue company jacket with a ball cap pulled low over his head.  He was looking down at a clip board and had a box of tools beside his feet.  At the curb James could just make out the van parked there.  He couldn’t see much in the way of details as the fish eyed lens didn’t allow for that much of a view.

James checked his watch.  2:08. It was in the window of arrival for cable and James opened the door, chiding himself for his jumpiness.

“Here to hook up the cable,” the man said. He looked up from his clipboard.

“Yeah it’s through here,” James replied.  He stepped to the side and opened the door wide.  The man bent down and picked up his tool box, straightened and then stepped into the house.  He spotted the television and walked over. 

“We managed to get the general cables all connected and everything should be there,” James said.  He looked back at the cable guy and noticed that his jacket had a strange stain on the back and there was an odd lump underneath it as though he was wearing something bulkier than the company t-shirt.

James paused in his closing of the door, leaving it half way open.

“There are extra cables we found and placed next to the television in case they are useful.  I need to step out and drop a note off at the neighbors, but I’ll be right back,” James said. 

He stepped through the front door, pulling it shut behind him as he stepped out. ‘You are being paranoid,’ he thought. ‘Not everyone is out to get you.’

Still James ducked around the side of the house as though he was going to the neighbors and once blocked from sight, he dialed Tucker’s number. Tucker answered on the first ring.

“Yes,” he answered.

“I may be paranoid but something seems off with the cable guy,” James said.  He felt foolish, but decided foolish was better than dead.

“I’m on my way, where are you?”

“Outside the house,” he said. 

“Stay there.”

Tucker hung up, before James could respond. “Right, Stay outside.”

“Actually I think you need to come inside, real quiet like.” A voice said. 

James turned and found the cable guy standing a short distance away. He had a gun.  It was half hidden by his open jacket and pointed right at James.

“We don’t want any of your lovely new neighbors to get hurt do we?” he said. James thought about running, but wasn’t sure it would do any good.

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