Hiding in Plain Sight the intro to- The Obsession

Childhood memories, they are often life lasting and for some all they will ever have.

The deep blue one ton pickup sat hidden in plain sight, taking up the front parking place near the apartment steps. She lives in the first apartment right in front of the landing. With the Ford's dark tinted windows he can watch without fear of exposure. As a rule she arrives home at 5:30. He can tell if she had a good day at rehearsal by how she ascends the staircase; if by ones contemplating her day or by twos like a gazelle who executed every mark, he loves watching every little detail.

 

Watching her move is grace in motion. Last night she stormed out the door around half-past ten. It was then he felt foolish for moving from the family farm.  It seems certain this place will no longer be her home. "Oh well back to the family farm it is."

 

 

It’s now 7:48 and still no sign of her. Ten more minutes and he would see if she’s at her mothers.

“Hmm, I see that worthless husband of hers has the nerve to show his face here.” He muttered angrily.

He could easily forgive her for loving that man, if she could only see that the two of them were perfect for each other. The composer, and the ballerina. From the third grade till now he has not loved another. 

Seeing that man go from jock to car salesmen seems fitting. A carnal laugh ended that thought and his mind traveled back in time, as he sipped his cold stale coffee. ........

 

 

 

 

“Billie Jenkins, you can’t stand here, get off the stage. The dancers need to take their places.” Ms. Sherry, announced with arms in motion. Her red dress was smooth and long teasing, the floor as she moved.

 

“It’s William, Ms. Sherry and I’m sorry. I only want to give these roses to our star. You know, I wrote her a ballet. I think you would love casting it for me, " She raised her left eyebrow, tilted her head and shoed him out of the way, returning her attention to her dancers.   

 

“Take a seat on the front row Billie, I mean William.” Although the white roses were exquisite, she could see this was the start of trouble for her prized pupil.

 

His smile spread across his entire face as he sat front row center stage. “An angel”, he had whispered all those years ago. “An Angel,” he said aloud as he remembered her solo.

When the performance came to an end his smile faded. Ms. Sherry escorted his true and only love out the rear exit. Leaving him to sit there like a fool.   

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 Ashes from his Paul Mall fell in his hand. The truck reeked of cigarettes and coffee. He lifted a small scarf from his pocket, and then to his nose, "Hum, the scent of lavender soap and Obsession." He thought back on the day he lifted the scarf from her hand bag. Oh, what a rush it had given him to be standing that close to her.

 He glanced at the clock. Forty-five minutes had passed, and Lisa was knocking on the apartment door. “Interesting? What are you doing here, you home wrecker? You two are brazen.” The thought of it filled him with justifiable rage, not that he needed justification for what he was about to do. He harnessed this new inspiration and composed a plan.

 

"Two ballerinas." The words were spoken softly, more of a thought than a whisper. He slid the mix tape of his sonata into the player and waited.

 

Tonight he would deliver his gift to her, a gift more perfect than those white roses. With about five minutes on the clock the living room light went out.

“Mister, you are a bad boy" he smiled, "but not as bad as I".  Once the bedroom light went out he added one hour to his timetable. Then he headed up the stairs with his spare key in hand. It’s good to be the maintenance man, he thought, as he inserted the key.

Reviews

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

An interesting beginning to what appears will be an even more interesting book ... I look forward to reading more ...

[Cherrie]

I hope you enjoy it :) and thank you Flynn

[Richard Patrick]

The introduction is very illuminating you have drawn the reader in. The world is unique is that you have described, it allows us to understand your world. I will enjoy reading the piece.

[Cherrie]

I wrote this part of the story last and tried very hard to lead the reader without giving away to much.