The Fifteen Minute Novel: Day 225

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 225: James sat back and read over his e-mail.

James sat back and read over his e-mail. It seemed to convey the right tone.  It let them know why something may be off.  James wasn’t certain of Cassie’s state of mind but, he imagined with both of his step-brother’s dying so rapidly, there was probably a degree of panic. 

‘She might mind the ex-husband part,’ James thought.  He tried to come up with a simpler, more plausible story but couldn’t.  She was running and someone might come after her.  If the others knew it was a possibility then bracing themselves for it wasn’t a bad idea.

James hit send on the e-mail and closed the e-mail down.  He navigated back to the message board, again using the admin log it.  Cassie’s latest message was simple. ‘Thank you.’

James typed in a return message, hoping she checked it. ‘I told management you are hiding from your ex-husband.’

Having typed the message in, James logged out and closed the computer down.  He felt good with the message.  ‘And it is the last thing I need to do.’

James knew he would check into the e-mail to see if any problems arose.  ‘But that’s it.  I’ve done what I can.  Now I am out.’

Satisfied that the last loose end was tied up, at least for now, James gathered his things and went to the club for his Saturday morning swim. 

To his surprise, his extra activity from the day before hadn’t made him sore. ‘Probably a sign that I am not pushing myself.’ James thought.  As a result he pushed himself harder and completed as many laps as he did the day before.  Because it was Saturday and he wasn’t on anything but his own schedule, he added a few more laps, just to see if he could do them.  When he was finally winded and could swim no more, James hauled himself out of the pool.

‘Maybe I should come in a little earlier on weekdays to get the extra laps in,’ he thought as he went to the changing room.  Once dried off and back in street clothes, James walked back to the main part of the building.  He thought about his Scuba dream as he walked.  Scuba diving had always been on his personal list of things he wanted to do, but never got around to it.  He remembered mentioning it to Faith when they were first dating. 

‘I believe it devolved into a discussion of her fear of both sharks and deep water,’ James thought. 

He shook the thought away.  Faith was no longer an issue.  They were divorced and she was remarried to someone else.  ‘And she thinks I’m dead.’

James remembered there being a few separate community bulletin boards posted throughout the club.  He reached the one by the more public swimming pool and found that it mostly advertised swimming lessons.  ‘Which makes sense,’ he thought.  James moved on and passed the second bulletin board.  This one was posted near the workout machines. 

As he stayed later than usual, there were more people on the machines than he typically saw.  He looked over the people working out and god a friendly nod from the one person he saw in the gym every morning.  James nodded back and turned to the board.  The ads here were mostly for personal trainers with a few Yoga classes and other activities worked in.

‘No Scuba,’ James thought.  He moved on.  In truth he hadn’t really expected it.  As he walked to the front counter to check out, Gary smiled.  ‘Looking for a personal trainer?” he asked.

“Excuse me?” James replied.

“The board,” Gary qualified, gesturing back towards the cork board. “Are you looking for a personal trainer?”

“Not really,” James replied.  “I was thinking more of Scuba lessons.”

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