Micah Jennings

1.18.05 Tuesday [HOW?]

He knew. I don’t know how it’s possible, but somehow…he knew.

Everything went perfect—I wore my usual maintenance jump suit, complete with “Mike” sewn into the lapel, so that anyone asking could be told that I was doing a “routine structural checkup”. But no one did. There were no strange noises, no curious faces peeking from behind curtains.

His window opened easily with the aid of a fingernail file and hairpin: it just slid right up. I was in within forty seconds!. I browsed around the living room, and didn’t find anything I could lift, so I moved into the bedroom. This is when my blood froze.

Judge Reginald was just sitting there, looking at me with cold eyes as he sat in a recliner. We stared at each other, motionless. Finally he spoke.

“Right on time.”

What did that mean? How could he possibly know?? Had I been set up?

I didn’t have the answers, but I had a reason to run, and suddenly the ability to move flooded my veins, rocketing me back into the living room and through the window. My feet barely touched the metal grating as I leapt down each flight of stairs. My ears throbbed with the beating of my explosive heart, along with a distant cry:

“Wait! We need to talk!!”

But my body wouldn’t stop. I kept running, vaulting, climbing, anticipating squad cars around each turn, at the clearing of each roof. Run, run, run, I kept thinking. My lungs ached with exhaustion as my eyes stung with the blasts of the frigid afternoon air. But somehow, somehow I made it.

I sit now in my room, typing slowly as my fingers gradually thaw with the other shivering and tired pieces of my body. My clothing clings to me with the wetness of my own sweat. But all I can think is

HOW DID HE KNOW??

posted by Mr. Linty @ 11:15 PM