Tuesday, January 12, 2016

BOB by Tegon Maus

by Tegon Maus

After 27 years as a newspaper man, Peter Anderson’s career is slipping away, at least it was, until he stumbled upon the story of a lifetime. Sent to do a fluff piece about lights in the night sky over Arizona, he discovers far more than he ever expected when he comes upon a mysterious young woman held prisoner in a basement. After helping her to escape, she disappears before he can learn the truth about who she is or where she came from. His search for her leads him back to the lights in the sky and leaves him with more questions than answers. The only thing he knows for certain . . . the only thing he can count on are the two words offered repeatedly by his friend and guide . . . “IS BELT.”

As I rushed to him to shut him up, I bumped into Bob, who now stood frozen in place along side Fred.

Then the unbelievable... a voice... a woman's voice, speaking in Russian, pierced the darkness.

As my eyes became more accustom to the faint light, pushing past Bob, I was jolted by the shocking image in front of me.

Sitting before us at a wide, wooden table, a woman... her hands, set in the middle of its broad width, sat in a puddle of blood.

To my astonishment, jutting up from the back of her hands were metal spikes... one in each hand... she had been nailed to the table.

"Peter, help me please," she begged, lifting her head to look at me.

Her shoulders bent forward, her eyes pleaded with me, as her lips quivered. Her face had large purple bruises and a number of bleeding cuts.

I was stunned that she knew my name. There was an air of familiarity in her appearance, in the tone of her voice, in her expressive eyes but I was certain I had never seen her before in my life.

Before I could move, the sound of the door opening at the top of the stairs sent us scurrying for a place to hide.

We barely reached our hiding places before the light of a single bulb flooded the room. Carl's heavy footsteps pounded over my head and I pushed deeper under the stairs.

"Miss me?" Carl's voice menaced from mid-stair.

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I was raised pretty much the same as everyone else... devoted mother, strict father and all the imaginary friends I could conjure. Not that I wasn't friendly, I just wasn't "people orientated". Maybe I lived in my head way more than I should have, maybe not. I liked machines more than people, at least I did until I met my wife.

The first thing I can remember writing was for her. For the life of me I can't remember what it was about... something about dust bunnies under the bed and monsters in my closet. It must have been pretty good because she married me shortly after that. I spent a good number of years after inventing games and prototypes for a variety of ideas before I got back to writing.

It wasn't a deliberate conscious thought, it was more of a stepping stone. My wife and I had joined a dream interpret group and we were encouraged to write down our dreams as they occurred. "Be as detailed as you can," we were told.

I was thrilled. If there is one thing I enjoy it's making people believe me and I like to exaggerate. Not a big exaggeration or an outright lie mine you, just a little step out of sync, just enough so you couldn't be sure if it were true or not. When I write, I always write with the effort of "it could happen" very much in mind and nothing, I guarantee you, nothing, makes me happier.

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  1. What a fun and fascinating sounding story.

  2. Sounds very good! Sue M Van/Haven Malone

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    1. I just finished 100 thousand Kingdoms... now that girl can write !!

  4. If you could travel to a different country, where would you go?

    1. A different country ??? Not for me... I like to sleep in my own bed at night. I travel for work and nothing is better than coming home at the end of the day !

  5. Bob sounds like a terrific book-quite intriguing!

    1. As it turns out Betty it really is !!!