I Found my Car Keys

Just in case you're bored today.

Nickel Novel

Title: I Found my Car Keys

By Blache Winter

     

Last night, like most night’s before I go to bed, I brushed my teeth and after, I ambled over to my bed. I felt a chill in the air and wrapped the covers tightly around me. Then, as I often do, I thought about my day before saying my nightly prayers.

     

The moment I started to pray; I heard a noise. It sounded like the opening of a window – in my office. The noise was followed by a louder noise. A cold shiver engulfed my body. Should I go or should I ignore it, I anxiously thought to myself. If I didn’t, no one else would. I live alone.

     

I mustered my courage and as quietly as possible, I eased out of my bed and began walking cautiously towards my office. I grabbed the door handle ever so gently and opened the door and flipped on the light switch all-in-one swift motion. Much to my surprise, standing near the open window was a young man. He looked at me with startled fear. Of course, my startled fear was equal to his. Then, without a word spoken, he briskly raised his right arm. In his hand was an automatic pistol. He squeezed off three shots. Bam! Bam! Bam! The first bullet hit my left shoulder. The second took off my left index finger as I raised my hand. The third nicked my left ear.

     

After the three shots, my survival instincts kicked in. The pain of being shot, non-existent. Adrenaline fueled; I lunged head down towards him. The crown of my head hit him squarely in the chest. He fell back against the open window frame. While he struggled to regain his footing, I grabbed one of the daggers in a skull I have hanging on the wall next to the window. It was an impulse purchase at a convention that I went to several years ago. Don’t judge me.

     

I wildly stabbed at him, striking his neck. He screamed. Blood squirted from his neck like a broken water main. I withdrew the blade. He dropped the gun and grabbed his neck with both hands. He then fell to his knees and looked up at me. His eyes. His eyes were beset with utter despair. Our eyes were locked together for what seemed like hours, though it was no more than a few seconds. 

     

I leaned over, picked up his gun and aimed it at his head. But just as I was about to pull the trigger, he collapsed face first to the floor. Dead I presumed, or soon to be. I turned to leave and as I did, I noticed a shinny, silver glint jutting out from underneath a sheet of paper. MY CAR KEYS! I had spent the entire day looking for them. Whew! It’s always a great feeling to find something you misplaced. Obviously, I hung them on the key rack before calling the police.

I write Nickel Novels, as I like to call them, for various small publications and use a variety of pen names to remain anonymous. No one would read them if they knew who wrote them. Duh!

Have a nice day

j/k 😎