I don't know that I've ever posted any fiction writing on here. And if I have, it's been forever and I don't remember. It's not something that I write often, so if you find some and it's horrible, just keep scrolling. With that being said, today you get fiction. I found this piece below on my computer that I wrote back in 2014! I searched the blog and didn't find where I had ever shared it. So, here ya go!
Casey definitely could not see herself living here permanently, for the small town life didn’t suite her well at all. But, she didn’t mind visiting every once in awhile. She adored her parents, but could only put up with her Mama for a short period of time, and her Papa was her best friend.
“Friday night in a small town, so it makes sense that everyone and their brother is in this place.”
“Well, you know, if it isn’t football season, there isn’t anything to do here.” Mama replied.
“Do you even remember the name of this book?” Casey asked, trying to sound helpful and not at all annoyed.
“It was either ‘She Remembered Everything’ or ‘She Taught Him All.’"
Casey continued running her hands up and down the spines of books, looking for what seemed to be the needle in a haystack. There were tons of mysteries at her fingertips, her Mama’s favorite genre nowadays. She could never get into them, maybe because they all seemed the same. Or maybe she just got enough of that at work. Casey's whole week, day in and day out, revolved around mysteries. She spent sixty hours a week hunched over reams of paper and drawing on whiteboards piecing together clues. Missing children, missing wives, missing husbands, possible drug cartels; she has worked them all.
Casey pulled another book from the heaping pile, “Is this it?” she asked handing it to Mama. Mama opened it up and began reading the first few pages. Casey looked back to see Papa who was propped up against a shelf reading the newspaper. He had tuned everyone in the store out. Turning back to Mama, she saw she had put the book down.
“It sounded very interesting, but that wasn’t it.” Mama said unsatisfied.
“Well, why don’t you get that one? We may never find the other one in all of this mess.” Casey encouraged.
Mama looked up at her, about to reply, but then was suddenly looking past her.
“Jason!” she yelled throughout the store.
No one seemed to notice, as they were busy searching for their own hidden treasures. Mama dropped her book and ran past her. Casey picked up the book and swiveled on her feet, stopping when she finally spotted Mama and Jason. He looked familiar, but she couldn’t quite place him. High school? Rivaling high school? Elementary school? Casey had lived here her whole life, but she managed to escape without fully knowing everyone. She kept wondering where she had seen him before. Mama may have remembered him from long ago, but she felt like she had only recently met him. Work? It was possible, but she had been working so many cases lately that she had been introduced to so many people. He didn’t look like a detective or a cop. He was tall and dressed casually in jeans and a button up. A normal, small-town guy, boy next door type. Casey heard her name as she snapped back into reality.
“Do you remember Casey? She is here for a visit and you must come say hello! Come, follow me.” Mama ordered.
Casey turned around and looked at her papa who was observing the whole situation from the top corner of his paper. Her eyes met his and she gave a pleading look of help. He just smiled and went back to reading his paper. Thanks, she thought to herself and off she took. There were plenty of people in the store, so she could easily escape and hide to where Mama couldn’t find her. But, she hadn’t been in this store forever and was forgetting how it all connected. Plus, the people! There were so many of them. Why had everyone decided to come here tonight? She couldn’t complain much right now though as they were helping to hide her from Mama. Mama always did this when Casey came home for a visit. She would magically find someone that Casey hadn’t seen in forever, or someone she thought was nice, or someone who was new in town, or someone she thought was very handsome, or someone that was all of the above and single. It was the game to play. Casey comes home, she visits for a while, let’s find her a husband, Casey runs away. Casey ducked down an aisle just as her Mama turned right after her.
“Casey, where are you? I have someone you need to meet!”
“I’m coming down the aisle Mama, be right there.” She lied, as she was really going to get out of this aisle and then bolt to the front door. As she got to the end of the aisle and could see the door in her sights, Mama stepped out in front of her. Defeated, Casey let out a sigh and straightened her dark jeans and blazer. She has won again, Casey thought.
“Jason, I found her.” Mama said as she reached for the man’s elbow, pulling him along. Where did she know him from? It was killing her that she hadn’t figured it out yet.
“Hi, Casey.” Jason said, like speaking to an old friend.
“Hi, Jason, was it?” Casey retorted.
“Yes, that’s right. Enjoying your visit home?”
“Sure, as much as you can enjoy being in a crowded store on a Friday night with the rest of the town.” Mama gave her a look of “be nice” after that one.
“But, yes, I am enjoying it. It is a nice change of pace from work.” Casey said, as she reluctantly changed her tone.
“It definitely is that!” Jason replied in agreement, like he knew exactly what she was talking about. She had to have seen him around work. She still just couldn’t place him.
“I’m sorry, Jason. I’m just trying to place how I know you and I just can’t seem to figure it out.” Casey questioned.
He shifted on his feet and looked at her Mama, then laughingly asked, “And you say this is her eighth year in Intelligence?”
Then, it clicked. Casey finally knew where she had seen him.
He was a cop.
I don't know if anything else will get written about Casey and Jason, the cop. But, hope this was a fun read for you on a Monday!