Thursday, January 29, 2015

Thingy Thursdays #6

A fascinating object that begged at the chance for a story. 


     Marcus showed up to volunteer on time as usual.  It was time to clean out another house destroyed by the flood.  He lived about an hour away, but when he heard that the flood had taken out half the town, he couldn't rest until he had helped put it back together somehow. 
     He got to work with a large crew sorting through trash--most of it still sopping wet.  The skeleton of a once living home already smelled of mold and mildew.  Everything was decidedly trashed. 
     Marcus moved aside a stack of ruined books, revealing a small object.  He could tell it was made of glass, but after that he wasn't sure.  He pulled out the cork and studied the metal part.  It looked like a thumb drive.  Marcus glanced around at the other items being thrown away.  There was nothing technological in this place at all.  Only the thumb drive.  Curious, Marcus pocketed the item with plans to look at it once he got back to his hotel. 
     A few hours later, Marcus sat down on the hotel bed and pulled out his laptop.  He uncorked the little glass jar and stuck the drive into his computer.  Two works flashed on the screen in front of him. 

Hello, Marcus.

     He jumped.  
     "What in the world?" Marcus whispered to himself.  He waved his cursor over the words.  After a moment, new words appeared before him. 

You thought the flood was an accident, didn't you?

     Marcus felt the hair at the back of his neck stand on end.  
     "Of course it was," he said, not caring that there was no one to hear him. 

Ha. Ha. 
Try again.

     Marcus got up and ran over to the window--no one was there.  He even checked the hallway.  Also empty.  He sat back down at the computer, glancing uncomfortably around his room once more. 
     "Why would someone cause a flood?" he whispered, feeling a little stupid for talking to his computer screen. 

It brought you here, didn't it?

     His heart started beating a little faster. 
     "Why would someone want to bring me here? And why go through all that trouble to do so? There is such a thing as emailing or texting..."

That is for me to know, and you to find out. 

     The screen blinked and showed a map of the city.  A red circle appeared near the far right corner. 

Meet me here at exactly noon, tomorrow. 
I trust you will be on time, as I will not wait long.
Goodbye Marcus.

     Then the screen went black.
     Marcus slowly reached up and closed his laptop.  Then he smiled. 

     His father was alive after all.

To be continued....  

God bless,
~Amy Rochelle

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