A Scream in the Night (continued)

After a night of tossing and turning John opens his eyes. Perhaps I’ll run off the tension, he thinks. Without wasting another second he hops out of bed and retrieves his basketball shorts and tennis shoes. He is pulling his shirt over his head a he ambles down the stairs, calling out to his wife.

“Hey Darce? Think I’m gonna get a little excercise in! Think you could put on some Coffee?” When she doesn’t respond he changes his course and heads into the kitchen. There is his Darcy, sitting on the ground with the land line’s cord wrapped about her body. Instead of the tell tales sign of a dead line an inquiring voice is questioning Darcy from the other end. A growing panic is creeping into Emily’s Voice.

“Mom? Are you still there?”

“It’s Dad, sweetheart? Where are you calling from?” Emily chokes back a sob.

“From Jail, Daddy”

“What? Where’s that scum bag boyfrined of yours?”

“Jason is dead, Daddy.” The room spins and John Goodspeed in wrapped in a sense of vertigo and De Ja Vu. For this is the nightmare he’s just had several times. These events followed by this phone call.