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“I’m looking for the woman
who lives in apartment one-A. Do you know her?”
“No.”
“Really? She’s lived
across the hall from you for two years. You don’t know her?”
Tim peered in the small
open space. His view, obstructed by a chain, was of a woman with messy dark hair,
a tissue held to her nose and gorgeous blue eyes, giving him the once-over. He
cleared his throat.
“So? This is New York
City. Neighbors don’t necessarily know each other. What do you want with her?”
Encouraged she didn’t slam the door in his
face, he continued. “Miss Morgan is supposed to have moved out. I’m the real estate
agent for the building. Super doesn’t have a key, and I need to get in there.”
“Yeah, she left months
ago.”
“There’s a
letter shoved under her door.”
“How can you tell? Did you
get down on your hands and knees to look under the door?”
“Half of it's sticking
out.”
“And did you open it?”
“That’s a crime. Stealing mail. I just need to get in and assess the damage. Get the place painted
and find a new tenant.”
“Look, Mr…what’s your
name again?”
“Chadwick. Tim Chadwick.”
“Yeah. Mr. Chadwick. I don’t
know her. Just saw her with a couple of huge suitcases a couple a months ago. I
assumed she moved out.”
“If she did, why she’’s still
getting mail here?”
“Mail? Got news for you.
The mailman doesn’t shove mail under the door. He puts it in our mailboxes.
Just a minute.”
The door closed. Tim
heard the sound of a chain scraping across metal and a lock turning. Gently,
the door opened. The messy woman wore a bulky, ancient, pink terrycloth robe, sashed at
her waist that didn't completely hide the soft roundness of her curves.
She’d discarded the tissue and applied some lipstick. She pulled and
poked at her long hair half falling out of a ponytail. His heart skipped a
beat. If a woman could look this good with almost no makeup in a ratty old robe, she’d probably be
a beauty queen when cleaned up.
“Where?”
“Where what?” Tim’s mind had gone blank, but his
libido clicked into overdrive.
“The letter? The mail? Shoved under the door?”
“Oh. There.” He pointed, still staring at her.
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Nice job. A letter under the door definitely isn't from the letter carrier. Looking forward to more.
ReplyDeleteI love that he loved the way she looked even messy. Sweet! and yep, a letter under the door is way more intriguing than one from the mailman. :)
ReplyDeleteThis is a great introduction to his attraction to her, and the letter definitely gets my curiosity going!
ReplyDeleteI love how entranced he is with her despite the way she looks. And I love the libido line. Great job!
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