Humpday Promotions: The Lot on Route 6: Page 19

Kill for me. A terrifying request, but Gavin will take this request and do his best to complete it. He will suffer. He will reach the edge of his sanity. He will live in pain. But he will do all he can do to protect the people and the town he loves.

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CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B086814J42

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Liam Smith, young, fit, thirty five and aging quick in his line of work, was sitting in his cubicle, surrounded by pictures of his family and trinkets his kids had made for him, when Mason Wilson walked in unannounced. Mason was thirty eight, heavy and overweight, but not so much that he couldn’t get around or chase the bad guys when the need arose. He put a map down on top of what Liam was working on.

“Can I help you?” Liam asked.

“Do you see the red circles?” Mason asked.

“Yes,” Liam replied, looking down at the map, covering his keyboard, stopping his fingers in mid type. Mason had a bad habit of doing this. Interrupting Liam when he thought something was so important that it couldn’t wait and most of the time it could.

“There’s one at the college, one over here at a Bingo hall where they recently had a big tournament, and another at this conference center.”

“I have eyes.”

“Anyway,” Mason replied, a bit annoyed. He pushed the annoyance away and continued.  “Three cases just came across the wire and do you know what each of them have in common?” Liam shook his head. “The people in these cases started at these red circled areas and the only way to get home from those areas was to take this road.” He pointed at Route 6.

“What’s your point?”

“Point is, Route 6 is the link to these three disappearances.”

“Kind of a thin lead,” Liam replied, hoping to get back to his work, trying not to seem like he was trying to get Mason out of his cubicle, which he was.

“Sometimes you can’t see the frog for the pond. Don’t you see? It has to be a connection.”

Liam glanced at the Christmas tree on his desk. This was the tough part about being a Federal Agent (F.B.I.). A case could come across his desk at any minute and that case could take him away from his wife and kids for an undisclosed amount of time. And this year he wanted to be home, wanted to see their faces on Christmas morning, a morning he missed the previous year investigating the farmer who dropped his wife in a well. He hoped this current case wouldn’t take too long, but he knew it probably would. “Okay, we’ll get started tomorrow morning, but can we wrap it up by Christmas? I really want to be home this year. I’ve missed too much because of this job,” Liam replied, feeling a bit selfish putting it that way, but the truth was the truth.

“You afraid your wife might shack up with Santa.”

“Or one of his elves.”

“Promise. We’ll try to wrap it up as quickly as we can,” Mason replied and made his exit.

Liam watched him go and then turned back to the map, which was still sprawled across his desk. He figured he might as well form a game plan so they could get started as soon as possible. The quicker they started maybe the quicker they would finish. He hoped.

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I recently published this novella or short story, depending on how you look at it, and I wanted to promote it. So, my brain got to thinking, and my brain came up with three ways you can enjoy this story (if you want to read it).

  1. Tune in every Wednesday and read it page by page until it is completed.
  2. Send me an email: atothewr@gmail.com. In the header put: I would love to review The Lot on Route 6. Then let me know what you use to read ebooks: Kindle or Something Else. I will send it to you and all I ask is for you to give me a fair and honest review.
  3. If you are able to buy it and do want to support me the links to purchase the story are posted above.

Thanks again for all the support. I promise Poetry and Haiku as much as I can, but I hope you stick with me each Wednesday as I branch off into something a bit different. And if you missed a page look for the story underneath the Hump Day Promotions category. You are now free to move around the blog.

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Humpday Promotions: The Lot on Route 6: Page 18

Kill for me. A terrifying request, but Gavin will take this request and do his best to complete it. He will suffer. He will reach the edge of his sanity. He will live in pain. But he will do all he can do to protect the people and the town he loves.

US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B086814J42

UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B086814J42

AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B086814J42

CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B086814J42

This story is now available at these locations: books2read.com.

Some of the new locations are Apple, Nook, and Kobo.

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Ernie Holsten, wiped his mouth on a napkin and put down his barbeque sandwich when the older couple approached his desk. He registered their age as early fifties. Both had grey hair, eyes dark and droopy from lack of sleep, and stress lines covering their faces. The woman had at least tried to pull herself together by fixing her hair and putting on makeup. But the man wasn’t hiding his sorrow. He had a thick scraggly beard peppered with white and the red eyes of a drunk, those eyes said more than words could ever say. The couple took turns shaking Ernie’s hand and then he offered them the two seats in front of his desk, cheap seats with fake leather cushions and tarnished silver legs and arm rests. The couple sat down with a thump almost in unison.

“How can I help you?” Ernie asked, adjusting his slacks and collared shirt. It was a thing he did when he was nervous or when he sensed that trouble was about to find him and from the looks of these two, trouble was all they were bringing.

The woman welled up with tears, trying to form the words she wanted to say, but they weren’t there. Her husband took a photograph from her shaky hands, a photograph that was wrinkled and filled with fingerprints from too many people touching it. The man handed the photograph to Ernie, who took it and looked at it, and then he looked at them.

“Our son, Fred Greenberg never made it home for Thanksgiving. He’s always been a good kid and he’s never late. This isn’t like him. Can you help us?”

“I assume you’ve filed a missing person’s report.”

“We have. A few days after he disappeared. And we’ve looked from the college where he attended all the way back to our house. He’s vanished. We can’t find a single trace of him.”

Ernie leaned back in his chair, it squeaked its disapproval, as he started thinking, the cogs in his brain turning slow. How could someone vanish in a world filled with technology? And the answer that came to him was an obvious one, but he was trying to push that answer away.

“Do you think you can help us? The man at the desk said you were the best at what you do and if anyone could find anyone you could.”

Ernie thought for a moment. There was nothing urgent to work on, nothing that had to be done before the holidays, and if he had to postpone the few things he had to do in order to canvas the area he thought he could do it without getting behind. He also thought it might be nice to get out of the office. The air inside the building was starting to get stale. “I can start looking for him. But I need you to – Ernie paused and rummaged through his desk until he found what he was looking for – send all you can about him, school, phone number, and things like that to this email address.” He handed the man a plain white card with black lettering that had his information on it. The man took it and looked down at it for a moment. Ernie bit his lip and then continued. “I’ll also need the picture.”

The man looked up and nodded slowly and with a bit of hesitation let it go. Ernie took the picture and placed it on his desk. He then locked eyes with the man. “I’m sorry. I wish I could do more for you. Maybe give you guys a bit more comfort, but I will do what I can to get you some kind of information, good or bad.”

“Thanks,” the man replied, and helped his wife stand up. She was still unable to talk.

“I promise I’ll do my best,” Ernie replied, shaking the man’s hand.

“That’s all we want.” He turned to his wife. “Come on Martha. Let’s get home. Nothing else we can do here.”

“Daniel, is he going to find Fred?”

“I hope so,” Daniel replied, and he and his wife exited the room without looking back at Ernie.

When they were gone, Ernie walked over to the front desk. “Hey Jack, can I see the report that couple filed?”

Jack, fat and unfit, looking fifty instead of forty, on the verge of a heart attack if he didn’t lose weight, dug out the report and handed it to Ernie. “What do you think?”

“It isn’t going to be a happy Christmas for them. But I hope I’m wrong.”

“Your instincts have rarely been wrong,” Jack replied.

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” Ernie looked down at the report and then back to Jack. “My day is open. I think I’ll get started on this.”

“Cold one today, better bundle up.”

“Will do. Thanks,” Ernie replied. He grabbed his coat and made his exit.

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I recently published this novella or short story, depending on how you look at it, and I wanted to promote it. So, my brain got to thinking, and my brain came up with three ways you can enjoy this story (if you want to read it).

  1. Tune in every Wednesday and read it page by page until it is completed.
  2. Send me an email: atothewr@gmail.com. In the header put: I would love to review The Lot on Route 6. Then let me know what you use to read ebooks: Kindle or Something Else. I will send it to you and all I ask is for you to give me a fair and honest review.
  3. If you are able to buy it and do want to support me the links to purchase the story are posted above.

Thanks again for all the support. I promise Poetry and Haiku as much as I can, but I hope you stick with me each Wednesday as I branch off into something a bit different. And if you missed a page look for the story underneath the Hump Day Promotions category. You are now free to move around the blog.

Humpday Promotions: The Lot on Route 6: Page 17

Kill for me. A terrifying request, but Gavin will take this request and do his best to complete it. He will suffer. He will reach the edge of his sanity. He will live in pain. But he will do all he can do to protect the people and the town he loves.

US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B086814J42

UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B086814J42

AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B086814J42

CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B086814J42

This story is now available at these locations: books2read.com.

Some of the new locations are Apple, Nook, and Kobo.

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So much for hope she thought. So much for trying to start fresh. She knew her fate was never meant to be that good. She hoped that what was waiting for her on the other side would be paradise. She hoped it was better than where she was now. But after a few moments nothing happened. She eased her eyes open and saw that the axe was still in the air, still poised for its strike.

“What are you waiting on?” Rusty asked, somehow calm and angry at the same time. “Do it or don’t do it! But make up your damn mind!” She was tired of standing on the edge of death, staring into the chasm of eternity.

Perhaps the trees sensed or felt Gavin’s hesitation and they decided enough was enough. The one tree that had been holding Rusty in place, waiting with patience, yanked her into The Lot and into the nest of vipers it called siblings.

“NOOOOOO!” Gavin screamed and jumped over the fence, landing softly on the ground inside the trees. It was the first time he had ever been among them and he noticed that the air around him was different, suffocating, stifling, evil and ominous. He saw Rusty was currently fighting the trees as they tried to consume her, poking and stabbing with their limbs, drawing blood that was quickly lapped up. Gavin wasted no time and started swinging his axe, chopping limbs, hearing the trees scream as their sap like blood splattered violently. The trees now had to fend off Gavin as well as Rusty, so this was her one and only chance to escape. She fought her way out of the trees, jumped over the fence, and hurried to her truck as tree limbs shot out at her, barely missing her back. She hopped into the cab and sat down hard on the broken glass, not caring at all if she got injured from the shards. She turned on the vehicle, slammed the gear shift into reverse, spinning the tires as the truck moved backwards. She wheeled the vehicle around, sliding sideways a couple of times, and when the truck caught traction, she punched the gas and headed out to the main road. She glanced back one time and then was gone, leaving The Lot as memory, a memory she would not soon forget. Did she ever tell anyone? Nope. Who would believe her? She lived with the secret for the rest of her life, which turned out to be a very good one.

The trees, angered at Gavin’s rebellion, tossed him about like a ball, beating him badly, but not killing him. When they were finished with their lesson, they tossed him out and onto the hard cold ground. He bounced twice and came to rest on his back, feeling the abuse he had sustained radiating throughout his body. He lay there a moment before pulling himself up to a sitting position. When the stars in front of his eyes passed, he stumbled to his feet, wiping away blood. He turned towards the trees.

“Feed Us!” They screamed. “Feeds us or suffer!”

Gavin decided to fall in line, no bitching, and no arguing. He was beaten and broken and he saw no use to fight them anymore. He made the rounds, checking the traps he had set and he was happy to find he had caught a fat possum, three squirrels, and two rabbits. He freed the animals (ignoring their bites and scratches) one by one and tossed them alive into the trees without saying anything at all. He then re-set the traps, retrieved his axe, and went back into his tiny home. He slammed the door, dropped into a corner, and fell asleep.

And the nightmares came.

And the nightmares left.

And the morning arrived.

And a new day started.

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I recently published this novella or short story, depending on how you look at it, and I wanted to promote it. So, my brain got to thinking, and my brain came up with three ways you can enjoy this story (if you want to read it).

  1. Tune in every Wednesday and read it page by page until it is completed.
  2. Send me an email: atothewr@gmail.com. In the header put: I would love to review The Lot on Route 6. Then let me know what you use to read ebooks: Kindle or Something Else. I will send it to you and all I ask is for you to give me a fair and honest review.
  3. If you are able to buy it and do want to support me the links to purchase the story are posted above.

Thanks again for all the support. I promise Poetry and Haiku as much as I can, but I hope you stick with me each Wednesday as I branch off into something a bit different. And if you missed a page look for the story underneath the Hump Day Promotions category. You are now free to move around the blog.