The Fifteen Minute Novel: Day 165

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 165: James exited the car.

James exited the car. Shadows were lengthening and as James moved from his car to the house he looked around.  He eyed the small patch of grass in front of the house and thought of the larger patch behind. 

‘It’s going to need mowing,’ he thought.

James shook his head.  Mowing grass had never been a part of his world.  Most of the time he lived in apartments with no yard to speak of.  When he lived in houses he hired a lawn care service.  ‘I wander if there is a local service.’ James thought as he fitted his key into the lock.

He certainly had no desire to buy a machine and figure out how to use it.  ‘If it is just cutting the grass it shouldn’t be that big a deal.’ He was certain other people in his neighborhood hired people to mow their lawns.  ‘Surely not all of them do it themselves.’

James went into the house, closing and locking the door behind him.  He flipped on the light switch, banishing the shadows, lawn care still on his mind.  He wasn’t certain how long the grass could go before it needed to be trimmed.  Was it a weekly thing or did he need a standing six month appointment like a dental cleaning.

‘I’ll need to find a dentist soon too,’ he thought running his tongue over his teeth. He thought of all of the other basic regular appointments that were somehow fitted into his life.  When he was younger his mother took care of setting them up.  Then Faith took over.  Later, with most of the people in place, his administrative assistant took care of setting up the appointments.  Now he’d have to not only find a new cast to replace the old one, but he’d have to figure out the schedule. 

‘Who knew running my own life would be so complicated?’

James shook away the thoughts, placed the bag of food on the counter and dropped his work bag into one of the kitchen chairs.  He opened the top, rummaged around until he came up with his cell phone and before he could talk himself out of it, he pressed the buttons to connect him with Tucker.

Tucker picked up on the second ring.

“Something happened?” he asked in lieu of greeting.

“Sort of,” James said.  “I went onto the family company website.  Don’t worry I didn’t contact anyone. I ended up scrolling through my memorial page.”

“Ah you wanted to see what sort of impression you left behind.  Grieving friends, distraught lovers,” Tucker said.  “I get that.  You didn’t make contact?”

“No,” James said.  As he couldn’t quite say why he had gone on the page to begin with, James let Tucker’s opinion stand. “On the memorial page there was someone named Sebastian.”

James quickly explained what he found. He took a deep breath.  “Is there a connection between the old man’s death and the company?” James asked. “Was it…related to me?”

Tucker sighed.  “I don’t know your file well enough to know but I will talk to Morris and see.  Sebastian will be investigated.  Stay off of the website and don’t make contact.  Settle into your new life.  Unpack, hang curtains, or whatever.”

“Buy a lawn mower,” James said.

“Exactly,” Tucker added.  “But leave this be.”

“Right,” James replied.  He was talking to empty air.  Tucker had already hung up.

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