Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Weds Brief

It's that time of the week again.  Here are the latest happenings with Tom and Ben.

This week's prompts are: "my kingdom for a horse" or "open wide for chunky" or "Singing in the rain" or "Damn me, but that's awfully large!" or use something stolen or  have a miracle in your story or have a character who feels like he/she's getting ill or use: a condom, a wing, and a prayer.

The police had been called and statements given by Tom and his co-workers, but Ben’s whereabouts still remained unknown.

“Ben, where are you?” Tom sat on the foot of their bed, looking out at the woods behind their home.  A mountain could be seen in the distance. One of the reasons they’d bought this home was because it backed onto a nature preserve; both he and Ben loved nature.  Bird feeders of all kinds hung in their backyard.   They kept binoculars and a camera ready, along with a telescope to view the night sky.

Tom felt so alone.  “Please, Lord, held me find Ben. He’s a good man, he’s my heart. I can’t go on without him.”  A sob tore from Tom’s throat. “Please don’t let him be taken away from me forever.” Tom’s head fell into his hands.  He couldn’t believe this was happening.  Who the hell had taken his man?

Ben’s car had been found, abandoned about a block from the house on Elm Street.  Ben’s work bag was found inside, along with his cell phone.  The police took the car, and all of Ben’s belongings, as evidence.  Now it was a waiting game to see if the police could find anything in Ben’s car that might lead them to whoever took—no stole—Ben from him.

He went to the police station. Freddy Micha, a friend of theirs, was the lead detective in the investigation. Freddy met him at the station door.   “I wanted to bring you down here to show you some things we found in Ben’s car.” Ben had his work bag, where he kept all the real estate listings he was working on.  There was something scribbled on his notepad. 

“We couldn’t read it.  I was hoping you’d be able to decipher Ben’s handwriting.”

Ben’s writing was chicken scratch at best. If he hadn’t gone into real estate, he would’ve been a good doctor, at least where writing scripts was concerned.    

Tom’s heart sank when he saw the symbol for the Westboro Baptist Church on the yellow paper.

“We’ve had plenty of problems with that group.  They have the nerve to picket military funerals and spread their hatred of gays on their website.  The problem is they hide behind the first amendment.”

“Is that what they’re going to be able to do now?  Use Ben as an example of what happens to gays and then they’ll be able to hide behind the first amendment?” Tom was trying to keep calm, but the thought that Ben was in the hands of those bastards made his blood boil.  

“No, we’ll get them on kidnapping, and whatever other charges can be thrown at those SOB’s.

“Do you know where they’ve taken Ben?”   Tom wasn’t a violent man by nature, but if he owned a gun he’d be at that church right now, blowing some holes in whoever took his man.

“They have a church on the outskirts of town. “

“Come on, what are we waiting for? Let’s go get Ben.”

“Hold on, Tom.  I know you do the hero thing all the time on the job, but I’m the cop here.  Go on home and let the police handle it.  I’ll call you when I have news.”   Freddy escorted Tom back to his car.

Tom was never good at waiting, and he certainly wasn’t going to just sit at home wondering if Ben was alive and well.

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  1. Yay, Tom to the rescue. It's really heating up now. How exciting. Way to go Ben leaving clues. Hold on Ben, the cavalry are coming Duh duh Duh duh.

  2. Go get him, Tom! Save Ben.
    Love the comment about the handwriting - one of my high school teachers told me to be a doctor because I didn't have to take their "How to write illegibly" course.