I have made the decision to take one of my micro flash fiction stories and flesh it out into a serial. The story that I chose to do this with is “Where Do We Go From Here?” (http://theworldofflashfiction.wordpress.com/2012/07/14/where-do-we-go-from-here/). I have no idea how long this serial is going to be. It will have some twists and turns, and it will end when it ends! Enjoy!
Karl had been living with Annie for the past six months. Her home was now their home, and it felt comfortable. She enjoyed seeing his things mixed in amongst hers. It just felt right. He had been doing a great deal of traveling, as she knew that he would, but he always kept in touch, mainly through Skype. For her, this was a more personal connection than e-mails, text messages, or even phone calls. She needed to see him, ost beneficial solution.as well as hear his voice. Body language was important, and in unguarded moments she was able to learn a great deal about him.
Annie had taken him to the airport this morning – he was due to be gone for three weeks this time. But then he would be home for a month, which she was really looking forward to. They would stay in the city for the first week, then they were going to Trinidad for a week’s vacation. They had been there before, and they both loved it.
Something had happened at the airport that she couldn’t shake. She dropped Karl off in the passenger area, as she always did. When she pulled out she could have sworn that the red car two cars behind her darted out into traffic, and was following her. But that was silly – the airport is full of cars, and their drivers are almost always frazzled by the airport traffic and general inconsideration of other drivers. Once she was on the interstate the car was no longer there. But she still had this strange feeling that she was being watched.
The red car pulled out into the traffic, staying two cars behind its target. The driver didn’t care of he was seen – he would be veering off at the next exit anyway, and the Mercedes that was in the next lane would be taking over. He personally thought the whole thing was stupid – following the woman wasn’t going to help. He was absolutely certain that she wasn’t part of the problem, nor was she part of the most beneficial solution. He had already been through her home with a fine tooth comb – the man had left no evidence, no clues, nor was the book there. He had to have it with him. He even checked both of her laptops – nothing there that would indicate that she knew anything. She was an unfortunate but ancillary part of this show.
In Stuttgart, a black limo had just pulled up in front of an out of the way hotel. It was very high end … primarily used by diplomats and those high in the international business world. A tall figure in a dark coat got out of the limo and entered the lobby, nodding at the doorman as he passed him. He had promised them the next three weeks, then he had a month off. He really wanted to make it work with Annie. He wondered if he had made the right choice, or if he was putting her in harms way. He set that thought aside, and took the elevator up to his suite, where he would prepare for the meeting in the morning.
© July 2012 Bonnie Cehovet