Humpday Promotions: The Lot on Route 6: Page 29

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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The Lot stood cold and silent, covered in snow, lights burning bright cutting away the night, generator humming loud. Gavin was hunkered down inside the gingerbread house. He was once a healthy man, but now he looked like he had spent the last two months inside a sweat box. He was emaciated and weak, ribs showing through his skin. His face hung droopy and long, teeth rotting away, some had fallen out. His once thick hair now thin, patchy, and lifeless across his skull. His clothes were dirty and disheveled, unclean like the rest of his body.

“Come out Gavin! Nobody has to get hurt if you just come out!” Ernie yelled through the thin walls of the tiny home, police lights splashing and flashing all over the place.

There was silence from inside as Gavin held the shotgun tight in his hands and let the sweat drip from his head. His eyes were darting back and forth like a cocaine addict who had been up for way too long. He was frantic at the thought of what the trees would do if he wasn’t there to feed them. He had protected this town, and he wasn’t about to stop now, not even if it meant dying on one of his favorite holidays.

“We have a few minutes of patience left! Then we are coming in Gavin, whether you like it or not! Tonight is Christmas Eve! No one has to die!” Ernie yelled, hoping his voice alone would calm the situation.

Gavin sucked in air and found his breath. “I can’t leave the trees. You don’t know what they’re capable of.”

The cops looked at Ernie, who drew in a breath, exhaled it in a plum of white, and nodded. The army of cops moved forward, pushing open the red and green gate, inching slowly up the snow covered brick path painted like a candy cane, which ran between the green and well fed pine trees. The trees remained silent, unmoving, and unable to help Gavin in this situation for fear of detection. They just stood there letting it all unfold, knowing their feeding for this year was over.

Ernie closed his eyes, fingers pinching them shut, trying to close out what was happening. He just couldn’t believe it had come to this.

Gun fire pulled him out of his thoughts.

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Humpday Promotions: The Lot on Route 6: Page 28

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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“Something wrong?” The cop asked, dressed in his uniform, young and virginal when it came to police work, new to the police force in this town.

“Ugh,” Ernie grumbled.

“You just seemed like you were ready to go and then you weren’t.”

“I still can’t believe it’s Gavin. He’s never been the sharpest tool in the shed, but he was always a good kid. He was a star athlete in high school, volunteered often, and he made one of the meanest and angriest batches of meatloaf you will ever eat.”

“He sounds like a decent guy.”

“He was and I refuse to believe he’s behind this and if he’s convicted I still won’t believe it.”

“Sometimes good people turn bad. Who really knows why? Happens all the time.”

Ernie looked at the pictures on the wall. A few of them had Gavin in them, smiling right along with some of the local cops. He then looked at the young cop waiting on his next set of words. “Okay, let’s get out there. The Feds want us to arrest him since it’s our jurisdiction. We’ll hand him over after the holidays.”

The cop made his exit, and Ernie stood there a moment longer staring at the pictures. He drew in a breath and followed after the young cop, hoping things wouldn’t go bad, hoping Gavin would turn himself in, hoping that maybe this Christmas Eve there would be a small miracle even though he was sure it was all going to end in bloodshed. If Gavin was who they claimed he was then he wasn’t going to go quietly, he was going to go kicking and screaming.

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Humpday Promotions: The Lot on Route 6: Page 27

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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While Mason recovered from his injuries and Liam, for the first time in years, spent Christmas Eve with his family, Ernie sat in his office looking at the arrest warrant, refusing to believe that Gavin was being charged for not only murder, but multiple murders. They had found the missing cars of the people who had disappeared in the area over the last couple of months in the pond behind The Lot. From there they had simply connected the dots until Gavin was the prime and only suspect. Was it great proof that Gavin was behind it? Who knew? But it was proof, and being Gavin was the only one out there it meant he probably was going to go to jail for a very long time or take the lethal ride to the other side.

“We got him trapped,” One of the cops replied, pausing at the edge of the door. “He’s refusing to go quietly.”

Ernie looked up at the cop with haggard eyes, eyes that had thought they had seen it all until Gavin’s case came along. He pulled himself out of the chair, adjusted his slacks and sport coat, and moved around his soft brown hair. He pulled his gun out of his desk, strapped it on, and then stood there a moment staring at the wall.

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Humpday Promotions: The Lot on Route 6: Page 26

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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The driver’s side window exploded inward, sending shards of glass into Mason’s delicate facial skin, missing his left eye by mere inches. He fell onto his side and landed with a soft thud.

Liam dropped the wet suit and dove onto the floor board. He pulled his gun from its holster as another shotgun blast rattled the frame on the back of the car. Whoever was shooting at them was far enough away that their aim wasn’t great, but they were close enough to inflict damage to the car and the occupants inside.

“Mason. Are you okay?” Liam asked, afraid to sit up and check on his friend.

Mason moaned out something garbled and inaudible, but it was enough of a sound to tell Liam that Mason was still alive.

“Hang in there buddy,” Liam replied, as he cautiously popped his head up and looked out the window. It was dark in the field and if there was anyone out there he couldn’t see them from where he was crouching. Another shotgun blast and the back window exploded. This time the shot was louder and closer. Liam knew he and Mason were sitting ducks if he didn’t get the car moving. He waited for the next blast and after it happened, destroying one of the taillights, he scrambled into the front seat and cautiously moved Mason out of the way. Mason moaned, but gladly gave up the driver’s seat. Liam slammed the car into drive (thankful it was still running), spinning the tires for a moment, before turning the car in the direction of the nearest hospital. The seat was covered in glass, but Liam never felt a thing as he hurried the car and the occupants inside out of shotgun range.

Gavin watched the car drive away from the middle of the field, bare feet freezing and cold, not worrying at all about frostbite. “You’re done now. That’s it. Those guys are going to end you,” he replied and made his way back to his home. He knew this nightmare was about to come to an end and no matter what happened to him, he was thankful it was all about to be over. He fell asleep and for once his dreams weren’t tortured. They were filled with peace and calm.

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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.

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Humpday Promotions: The Lot on Route 6: Page 25

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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Liam and Mason ate a quick dinner, burgers, fries, cold sodas, and a cookie – a maximum meal at a minimal price. While they ate in their car, they ran the plates on the car they’d found. Gavin’s records came back clean and spotless. He was, as far as they could tell, a model citizen, and once again they had found a dead end. It was another dead end in a long line of dead ends.

“You should at least take a dive and check to see if that is a car,” Mason replied, still hopeful that his instincts hadn’t been wrong, but fearing, as each moment passed, that they had finally let him down.

“Someone probably pushed it in there in order to collect the insurance money or they were just sick of it,” Liam replied, looking out the window, night was approaching, and the snow had stopped, leaving in its wake a blanket of sparkling white. “But I guess we won’t know for sure until I do, and as much as I hate to admit it, we should at least check it out.”

Mason didn’t respond as he backed the car out of its spot and made his way towards the exit of the parking lot. He merged into traffic and angled the car in the direction of Route 6.

“Do you think anything is going on at that lot?” Mason asked.

Liam thought about his answer for a moment, and as Mason turned onto the two lane black top known as Route 6, car slipping a bit on the snow covered road, Liam came to a conclusion, one he was absolutely sure of. “I think if anything happened out there then it has already happened and whatever we find isn’t going to be good news.”

“I think you’re right,” Mason replied and fell silent once again.

They watched the road, the landscape, listening to Christmas music, trying to get focused on the task ahead, both lost in their own thoughts. And when the lights of the car splashed across Gavin’s homemade sign, Mason brought the car to a stop at the edge of the road, concealing it behind a set of bushes covered in frosty white. Liam begrudgingly opened the car door. The cold air rushed in as he stepped out and closed the door as quick as he could. He walked to the trunk and opened it. He then looked down at the assortment of things he had collected in his years as an F.B.I. agent, things he might need in any given situation, and one of those was a wet suit fully equipped to handle the coldest of temperatures. Mason had laughed at him when he bought it, but Liam liked to be prepared for whatever the job required. He took out the wet suit (along with a pink and blue beach towel) and closed the trunk. He then slipped into the back seat, enjoying the warmth of the heat inside the car.

“No peeking,” Liam replied with a smile. “I don’t need you fogging up the windows.”

“Please. I couldn’t see it if it was in a spotlight,” Mason replied and laughed and as the laugh started to fade, a shotgun blast tore open the night.

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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.

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Humpday Promotions: The Lot on Route 6: Page 24

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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“None of them have been sold,” Mason replied, staring at the nest of trees. He was tingling all over, feeling like he had just seen a ghost. The place was full of unnatural energy, the kind of energy that gives you goose bumps and makes the hair stand up on the back of your neck.

“I’ll give you that. Now, that is something odd,” Liam replied, looking at the place all decked out in Christmas cheer. “But that still doesn’t mean something’s wrong.”

“You can’t admit I’m right. Can you?”

“Let’s at least check it out,” Liam replied, ignoring him, opening the car door, taking out his gun and making sure it was ready to protect.

Mason did the same thing and once they both were outside, they took a moment to survey the scene.

“Feels even stranger now that we aren’t in the car,” Liam replied, feeling a bit spooked.

“Let’s try the house?”

“Okay,” Liam replied, making his way towards it. He held his gun tight, as he approached the tiny home decked out in a gingerbread motif. He walked up to the door and as he did this Mason took a protective stance behind him. Liam turned around to make sure Mason was where he was supposed to be. Mason nodded and Liam turned back to the door. He knocked. Knocked again and then knocked for a third time. No answer. He reached down and tried the handle. It was locked.

“Nobody home?” Mason replied. “If you aren’t here then why in the hell would you leave the lights on? This just keeps getting stranger.”

“Come on. Let’s check out the grounds.” Liam left the small porch and made his way towards the back of the house. Mason following close behind.

A few moments later, Mason was the first to see it. “Liam, what’s that?”

Liam stopped and looked in the direction Mason was pointing. Both of them could now see what looked like the back of a car, the light from The Lot reflecting off the silver bumper. They walked over to the machine, and inspected it.

“Looks like it’s been sitting for a while,” Mason replied, wiping off snow, cupping his hands and looking into the driver’s side window. He couldn’t see much, but he could tell the car was neat and well kept. There wasn’t a sign of trash or debris inside the vehicle. He tried the handle and found it locked. He walked to the back of the car and took out a small notebook. He jotted down the numbers on the plate.

“Stranger and stranger,” Liam replied, looking away from the car towards something he had seen when they first arrived. “I think I saw some water, a pond or small lake, when we drove in. Let’s check it out and head back. My nuts are frozen.”

“Sure,” Mason replied, looking at the car one more time before following after his partner.

They reached the water’s edge a few moments later. They separated and moved forward in opposite directions, looking for clues, anything out of the ordinary.

“Liam, over here. I think I found something.”

Liam hurried over to where Mason was standing. “What did you find?” He asked.

“The water. Is there something in there?”

Liam did as requested, squinting his eyes, trying to look into the black water now covered with a thin layer of ice. “Is that a car?”

“Looks like it, I think. Hard to tell, but it has the shape of one,” Mason replied, turning around, fearing they were being watched. “Do you still have that wet suit in the trunk?”

“I think so.”

“Up for a dive?” Mason asked. “Because if that is a car and I think it is, I bet the tags on that car will lead back to one of those missing persons.”

Liam drew in a cold breath, exhaled it in a cloud of white. He shook his head. “Sometimes I hate I took those dive lessons.”

“Better thee than me brother. Let’s head back and let it get a little bit darker. And while we wait, I can run the plates on the car we found in the woods, we can have some food, and see what turns up.”

“Sounds like a plan. Let’s go,” Liam replied and led them back to the car.

They climbed inside the vehicle, turned the heat on high, and slowly made their way back to the main road. The snow was falling heavier now and the man made road wasn’t as easily visible as it was when they drove in, but they made it safely back to the main road.

Gavin watched them leave from inside the house, thinking once again he had avoided trouble, once again he had gotten away with everything he had done, but what he didn’t know (as he sat shivering in his urine smelling home) was that his days of killing were almost finished.

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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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Song Lines and Tan Lines is also going strong. Here is an episode from it.

Humpday Promotions: The Lot on Route 6: Page 23

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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Liam and Mason started their morning with coffee at the local coffee shop (always buy local was Liam’s mantra) before climbing into their car and starting their investigation. The first stop was the college, then the Bingo Hall, and finally the conference center, but they had no luck. Feeling a bit defeated, still hoping for answers, they decided to drive up Route 6 and see if there were any leads on that black two lane stretch of highway. The day had started out cold and grey, filled with a thick blanket of dark clouds, a hint of snow in the air, and as their investigation moved into the afternoon, the first flakes of snow started to fall.

“There has to be something out here,” Mason replied, scanning the road, the surrounding landscape, feeling that his hunch was right, needing something to validate that hunch. But he saw nothing out of the ordinary. All he saw were patches of bare trees, stripped naked by winter, and a cold dead Earth filled with brown lifeless grass. It was a place full of emptiness, a place that someone who wanted not to be found would not be found.

“I think we’re not going to find anything,” Liam replied, turning on the wipers, pushing flakes of snow off the windshield. His thoughts were of home, warmth, and an evening with kids around the Christmas tree. He wanted to be there, instead of driving on a stretch of empty road. The snow also didn’t help. It created more thoughts, more memories of his kids, and how much they loved it.

“There,” Mason replied, pointing to the sign advertising live trees.

Liam slowed the car to a stop in front of the sign, tires sliding a bit on the icy road. Both men sat and stared at it, the car’s headlights spotlighting Gavin’s now fading words. Snow danced in the light, clinging to the sign as the white flakes silently fell from the sky above.

“Why would anyone have a Christmas tree lot way out here?” Liam asked, looking around, looking for The Lot, and not seeing it.

“Odd, right?”

“I wouldn’t say odd. Maybe a bit of a strange location, but I wouldn’t say odd would be the right word to use.”

Mason looked from the sign to the empty field covered in darkness. “You know, it’s like it’s meant to be hidden.”

“Aren’t you grasping at straws? Just because you can’t see it doesn’t mean something is wrong. Maybe there’s a better place to grow them than out here in the open,” Liam replied. “I know jack shit about growing Christmas trees and neither do you.”

“What’s that?” Mason asked.

“What’s what?”

“That light beyond that clump of trees. You can barely see it. We should check it out.”

Liam sighed and then turned to face Mason. “Fine, but let’s make it quick. I want to get home and I’m tired of chasing dead ends.” Liam put the car in gear, pulled out onto the main road, and then turned onto Gavin’s man made road a second later, traveling slowly across the snow covered ground.

Liam slid the car to a stop when they reached the parking lot, and both men sat in silence for a moment, in awe of the trees now dusted with a thin layer of snow.

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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 21

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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“What is that all about?” Ernie asked himself when he saw the sign on the post advertising Christmas trees. Gavin’s family had never been Christmas tree farmers so this was another odd thing in a series of odd things he had seen that day. The car passed the sign slowly and then it turned onto the man made road Gavin had made some time ago. It was now well traveled, rutted with two clear lanes, easy to drive on.

Ernie brought his vehicle to a stop a few moments later when he reached the gravel parking lot. He couldn’t believe his eyes, as he sat there and looked at The Lot. The trees were perfect, pristine, and green – so green that they didn’t seem real. He opened his door and pulled himself out of the car. He then closed the door and stood there a moment surveying the scene. It would have been a beautiful place to be, full of Christmas cheer, if it all didn’t seem so foul. His instincts were rarely off and he was sure there was something wrong with everything he was seeing. He made his feet start moving and made his way over to the nest of trees.

Gavin heard the car door slam and immediately stopped what he was doing, stripping an animal of its fur, preparing it for a meal, his meal. He had decided (after several meals and lots of bad stomach issues) that raw wasn’t to his liking. He preferred what he ate to be clean and cooked. He hung the stripped possum over a nearby hook, its lifeless eyes staring at him as he wiped his hands on a dirty towel. He then made his way up to the door and peered through the peep hole.

“Fucking no,” he replied to himself when he saw who had come by for a visit. He turned around and looked at the room, bathed in a small amount of light from a handful of half burned candles. He looked at the axe and then the shotgun. The gun would be quicker and if he had to take out Ernie, which he didn’t want to do, he would rather it be a quick death instead of a slow one. He owed Ernie at least that much. He turned back to the door and looked out the peep hole, hoping he wouldn’t have to make the toughest decision he had ever made in his life.

Ernie caressed several of the trees as he walked past them. Their needles were soft and silky smooth. They seemed to enjoy his touch. He breathed in the air and their pine scent was so strong that it was almost overwhelming. He looked from the trees to the house Gavin had been living in and decided to see if anyone was home. He walked over to the door and knocked.

“Hello?” He asked, looking at the door and the peephole. “Gavin, are you home?”

Gavin stepped away from the door, stood in the center of the room, sweating. He was trying not to make a sound, hoping if Ernie heard nothing he would just leave.

Ernie knocked again and waited.

Gavin stood on the other side, biting his lip, filled with tension.

“If you’re in there I just want to make sure you’re okay. Haven’t seen you around. Kind of worried about you. I went by your house and no one was home.” Ernie waited a moment longer and decided no one was inside the building. He turned to leave and then thought of the door handle. He reached down and turned it.

Gavin saw the handle start to move and quickly stepped up to it and turned the lock. He stepped back and watched it jiggle, hoping this would be the final deterrent. A second later the door handle stopped moving and fell back into a resting position. Gavin stepped up to the door when he heard the car engine come to life. He let out a breath as Ernie backed the car up, turned it around, and made his exit.

“Thank god,” Gavin replied, even though thanking god meant nothing to him now. He was in hell and he was sure he was going there once all this was over. He looked out at the trees for a moment and wondered why they hadn’t attacked. Maybe they sensed something about Ernie, that he was in a position of authority, or maybe they knew that he was a friend of Gavin’s. Whatever the reason he was thankful for it. He returned to the possum and began the final prep on his dinner.

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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 20

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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Ernie spent most of the morning walking around town and most of the early afternoon canvassing the neighborhoods. No one had seen or heard of a man named Fred Greenberg. It confirmed his suspicions as he climbed into his car, sun dipping low in the sky, that Fred Greenberg was where he had thought Fred was all along – dead. As he sat in his car, he thought about driving up Route 6 and checking out the college Fred attended. He could stroll around campus, maybe talk to some people who knew Fred personally. It might help. It might not. But he was at a dead end, so he thought it might be worth the extra effort. He turned on the engine, and as the automobile came to life, a name popped into his head for no reason at all – Gavin. And he wondered why he hadn’t checked in on Gavin since the last time he saw him putting up that sign? He didn’t know why, but as he sat there thinking, he realized he hadn’t seen Gavin around town recently. He didn’t register it as odd, but it was unusual for him not to see Gavin at least once a week, maybe more. Ernie left the thoughts of Fred behind for a moment. He decided to go check in on Gavin and see how he was doing. He backed the car out of its parking slot and eased out onto the road. Traffic was light (as it usually was in this town) and the drive didn’t take that long.

A few minutes later, Ernie pulled his car into Gavin’s driveway and brought the vehicle to a stop. In the light of the headlights he could see Gavin’s home and the place looked abandoned and deserted. He got out of his car, adjusted his coat in order to stop the chill, and made his way across the unkempt lawn. He walked up onto the front porch and tried the front door, which was usually unlocked, but this time it wasn’t. He walked around and checked the back door (locked just like the front) and then looked into the windows. The house was dark and silent. There was nobody home and no signs anyone had been home recently.

Ernie walked back to his car and stopped in front of it, headlights casting his shadow across the ground. He studied the house for a moment. Something didn’t feel right, something was obviously wrong. He climbed back into his car and turned on the heat, killing the chill of the evening. While he warmed his body he listened to sports talk radio and tried to focus on it. A minute later, he backed his car out of Gavin’s driveway and made his way out onto the main road. He thought it might be time to head out to Route 6 and check on Gavin, if he was still there. He hoped he was because it might provide some answers to the questions now whirling around in his head.

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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.

Haiku – 7/31/2020

Walking on a path

Forest pressing in tightly

Sound of leaves crunching

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Stop, turn, look, and stare

Something moving soft and slow

Growling with hunger

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Feet starting to run

Multiple sounds erupting

Forest comes alive

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Creatures on the hunt

Surrounded, no where to go

He stops, starts to plan

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A shot rings loudly

Something screams in the distance

Voices shouting out

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Man takes off running

He thinks of safety and hope

Feet are light and quick

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.

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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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.

Spooky Poetry and Haiku

 

I think I figured out how to do this. What you see above is the audio portion of my latest episode on the Nightlight Tales Podcast. Let me know if you can or can’t hear it. And if you want to visit that podcast – here is the link: anchor.fm/nightlighttalespodcast

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.