Another Day In Drudgeville

Another Day In Drudgeville

It was the kind of night that made ducking into the U & I lounge an easy decision. Snow was turning to rain and the downtown streets were filling up with the kind of gray dirt slushy you’d find yourself drinking in some Dante-esque nightmare in hell.

It was the kind of night that would have all the rug rats across town speculating about having a snow day off tomorrow, wondering whether to keep playing Nintendo, or do that home work due tomorrow. Private Eye Dick Kenworth knew the decision he’d make, and had made when he was younger. He was living the consequences. His thoughts waffled gently on the edge of the pool of self loathing he was about to dive in. That abysmal pool where he would do a few laps and then quietly drown at the deep end where all the mistakes he’d ever made were swimming like vicious pool piranha, hungry, agitated, waiting.

He was working his way through another watered down drink and dangling his legs in the pool when he noticed her, and not just noticed her but he noticed that electric connection created when someone is noticing you first. She was moving through the bar like a Stealth bomber looking to remain undetected by the radar ping of hungry eyes, except his, and he could swear she was pinging him, looking for a response.

Right then and there Dick knew two things, he cared about this woman way too much, and not just from a sexual hunger and loneliness stand point, no he cared about things like who her parents had been, how they had lived, if they were alive, and if not he hoped their deaths had been easy, and surrounded by loving relatives. He also knew she was trouble, with a capital T.

She walked right up to him and announced “My name is Philomena Hanson.” she waited for a brief moment and then continued “I’m looking for good P.I. Know anyone who fits that description?” she baited, with a knowing smile that made Dick want to write poetry about the color of her eyes and explore the meaning of the word intimate, more intimately.

To be continued….

Another Day In Drudgeville

F.  Kevin  Wynkoop

Traverse City, United States

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