Squeeze, part 1
by J.J. Lewsac
the following is based on a true story
Sandra Miller set her keys on the kitchen counter, and began sifting through the mail; bills, credit card applications (promising criminally low interest rates), local supermarket ads, and a post card from her older sister in Europe. Some people get to have all the fun. Sandra shoved the pile away as her dog rushed in through the doggy door leading to the back yard, nipping excitedly at her heels.
“Hello Quequeg!” Sandra exclaimed, bending over to play with the Cocker-Spaniel. The dog collapsed at her feet, encouraging the affectionate stroking he was receiving. “How was your day?” Sandra asked her canine companion. Quequeg held a special place in her heart. Her father had given the dog to her when she had left home and headed to college 7 years ago. The dogs name came from a character in Moby Dick, a story Sandra grew up having read to her by her Father. Sandra retrieved some food for the dog and poured it into his bowl.
Feeling hungry herself, she pulled a TV dinner out from the freezer and placed it in her microwave. Wanting to get out of the clothes she had been working in all day, she headed upstairs to change while her dinner cooked.
She walked into the closet in her bedroom looking for something to wear. Feeling some coins rattling around in her pants pocket she pulled them out to drop into her large vase where she was collecting spare change…only the vase wasn’t there…
Confused, Sandra looked around the closet wondering if she had moved it that morning. But even as the thought crossed her mind, she had already thrown it out as preposterous. The vase was huge, and contained coins she had placed in it over the last 5 years. There was no way she could have moved it by herself. Vases don’t just disappear though. Someone had to have taken it. She inspected the top of the dresser closely. Indeed, there were scratch marks on top indicating something heavy had been dragged across the varnish. Sandra blinked in bewilderment. Had she really been robbed? How could she have been robbed? This kind of thing only happened to other people…besides, there was no sign of a break in. She ran back down stairs and checked all the doors and windows. Every single one had been locked. There was no way anyone could have broken in. But then, where did the vase with all her money go? Her mind still clouded with confusion, Sandra did the only thing she could think of. She picked up the phone and called the police.
Log on Wednesday afternoon to read part 2 as the mystery surrounding Sandra’s home deepens.