Saturday, September 8, 2007

The Silence

He watched closely as she got out of the car, stopping his puttering, and even ignoring his beer can. It was as if he were watching Jeopardy and waiting for the $25,000 clue.

Penny tried to disregard his gaze as she walked up to the front door of Rog's house – Rog's and Joan's house, she reminded herself. Other then the man who leered at her from the next yard, there was no real movement on the street, and Penny felt a bit surreal. Had she mistakenly entered a Salvador Dali painting by accident? Perhaps the door handle would melt in her fingers.

There was no other noise than the man's radio and noise it was. He was still listening to AM frequencies apparently, no satellite here.

Normally, Penny would hear some sort of celestial strains coming from the dwelling her brother shared with Joan. Even since the New Age princess had moved in, it was all harp music and other variations. Frankly, Penny missed the edgy strains of Rog's thrasher preferences, or at least she missed chiding him about it. But today, their little house seemed very silent. She knocked on the door, but then resorted to using the doorbell when the knocking appeared useless. The doorbell echoed into the house. Silence answered. The man continued to gape at her and she imagined that if she were to approach him, his mouth would feature an absence of teeth.

Where was Joan? Here she was set to apologize and there was no one there to accept it. Rog's car was gone, but that was not unusual. Joan did not drive, nor did she really have any friends. You could count that very strange woman named Rainey, but Joan seemed to not like spending that much time with the woman. Penny suspected Rainey intimidate Joan.

Feeling her keys in her hand, she spent little time debating about letting herself in with the key Rog had traded for a copy of her own. The locked clicked, and the door opened easily. Most of the house was becoming dark with approaching twilight, but there seemed to be a small amount of light emanating out from the dining room.

"Hello," Penny called out into the quiet rooms. No answer.

So, Penny went in search of paper and pen to leave a note. As she walked into the dining room, where the light was, she realized, she was not alone after all.


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