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Authors: Joshua David
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figured he must have been out for about ten minutes or so, and certainly no longer than about 15 minutes. He didn’t know though why he felt so bruised by the water though, but figured that the bruising also could have been caused by the fall. He also couldn’t figure out why the water had gotten so cold in that short amount of time, but thought that it was perhaps that his water heater had tripped during the power outage and the water simply was no longer being heated.
He suddenly realized that he couldn’t remember all of the day. He couldn’t remember getting back into his apartment, nor could he remember anything after leaving Doctor Hays’ office. He must have hit his head, and couldn’t remember any of it except for the fact that he knew his dinner was in the microwave… It was odd and was certainly something that he would need to relay to Doctor Hays. All of the color faded from his face however, when his ears picked up the next thing the news anchor said.
“The standoff ended tonight as the last alleged gunman, Timothy McGregor, set fire to the stolen bags of money from the bank robbery and turned himself in, ending the two day long manhunt that began on Tuesday when the Pacific Avenue Savings and Loan Express bank was robbed. The first of Timothy McGregor’s alleged accomplices was captured shortly after the robbery due to a gunshot wound to the foot that he sustained during the robbery. The third gunman was killed last night outside of McGregor’s home in a gun battle that left one officer wounded and one innocent civilian in critical, but stable condition. In other news…”
He did a double take and finally realized right next to the little clock in the corner of the TV screen there were the letters TH, which he knew could only mean one thing.
He froze, half eaten cereal in his mouth which hung agape, milk dribbling off his lip. His brain was processing the possibility of it being Thursday night. Then all the signs hit him, the bruising, the cold water, the sour orange juice, the funky smelling dinner, the dead phone battery.
The phone! he thought, I’ve got to call work! Have I really missed two days now?
As if cognizant of his realization, his phone now lit up and dinged and buzzed as it received several new messages at once. He put his cereal on the table and went over to the kitchen counter.
Three messages from Victor his Supervisor, one from Dr. Hays, and one from his landlord.
Message 1: Tuesday 8:45 PM : “Richard, this is Victor I got a call from your psychiatrist this afternoon stating that you were good to go for work, I guess I got over eager thinking you might come in for your shift tonight. You know that we’re short handed on that shift as it is. Well I guess if you get this, you can call me back and let me know for sure that you’re coming in tomorrow. Call me ok…”
Message 2: Wednesday 2:54 AM : “Richard, it’s Victor again. At this point I’m just hoping you’re late. I figure it’s been awhile, you’re a little rusty you know, but I’ll tell you Richard, if you don’t show up this morning, then I’m going to cut you from the evening shift. I gotta have someone reliable Richard. Call me back when you get this.”
Message 3 : Wednesday 6:59 AM : “Well Richard, I guess you’re off the evening shift. I’m moving Tucker up, I know he doesn’t have the same experience as you, but you’ve forced my hand Rich, and I gotta go with Tucker. Don’t come in tonight, ok, don’t make this complicated for me. I’m going to call your Doctor back today after eight and let him know that you haven’t shown. I’ll tell you that if your doctor reassures me that you’re supposed to be back and you’re even
He suddenly realized that he couldn’t remember all of the day. He couldn’t remember getting back into his apartment, nor could he remember anything after leaving Doctor Hays’ office. He must have hit his head, and couldn’t remember any of it except for the fact that he knew his dinner was in the microwave… It was odd and was certainly something that he would need to relay to Doctor Hays. All of the color faded from his face however, when his ears picked up the next thing the news anchor said.
“The standoff ended tonight as the last alleged gunman, Timothy McGregor, set fire to the stolen bags of money from the bank robbery and turned himself in, ending the two day long manhunt that began on Tuesday when the Pacific Avenue Savings and Loan Express bank was robbed. The first of Timothy McGregor’s alleged accomplices was captured shortly after the robbery due to a gunshot wound to the foot that he sustained during the robbery. The third gunman was killed last night outside of McGregor’s home in a gun battle that left one officer wounded and one innocent civilian in critical, but stable condition. In other news…”
He did a double take and finally realized right next to the little clock in the corner of the TV screen there were the letters TH, which he knew could only mean one thing.
He froze, half eaten cereal in his mouth which hung agape, milk dribbling off his lip. His brain was processing the possibility of it being Thursday night. Then all the signs hit him, the bruising, the cold water, the sour orange juice, the funky smelling dinner, the dead phone battery.
The phone! he thought, I’ve got to call work! Have I really missed two days now?
As if cognizant of his realization, his phone now lit up and dinged and buzzed as it received several new messages at once. He put his cereal on the table and went over to the kitchen counter.
Three messages from Victor his Supervisor, one from Dr. Hays, and one from his landlord.
Message 1: Tuesday 8:45 PM : “Richard, this is Victor I got a call from your psychiatrist this afternoon stating that you were good to go for work, I guess I got over eager thinking you might come in for your shift tonight. You know that we’re short handed on that shift as it is. Well I guess if you get this, you can call me back and let me know for sure that you’re coming in tomorrow. Call me ok…”
Message 2: Wednesday 2:54 AM : “Richard, it’s Victor again. At this point I’m just hoping you’re late. I figure it’s been awhile, you’re a little rusty you know, but I’ll tell you Richard, if you don’t show up this morning, then I’m going to cut you from the evening shift. I gotta have someone reliable Richard. Call me back when you get this.”
Message 3 : Wednesday 6:59 AM : “Well Richard, I guess you’re off the evening shift. I’m moving Tucker up, I know he doesn’t have the same experience as you, but you’ve forced my hand Rich, and I gotta go with Tucker. Don’t come in tonight, ok, don’t make this complicated for me. I’m going to call your Doctor back today after eight and let him know that you haven’t shown. I’ll tell you that if your doctor reassures me that you’re supposed to be back and you’re even
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