Micah Jennings

2.3.05 Thursday [Maria]

“I wake up this morning and I see a bag—there, by the couch. I open it up and find money.”
“You mentioned earlier that this was the same amount that was taken from you. Can you confirm this?”
“It is.”
“So, in a strange continuation on yesterday’s story, it appears as if the city’s most wanted thief is continuing with his distribution of a series of ‘refunds’ to his victims. However, not everyone is as pleased as Ms. Hernandez with the returned money…” The shot cut to a chubby man with a beard dressed in police uniform.
He said, “What this person is doing is still considered a crime. It’s breaking and entering, plain and simple.”

“Yo prompt,” Reginald remarked, flipping off the TV. “I only gave yew the money last night!”
“I want this to be done with. I dropped it off early this morning.”
“The next check is—“
“I got it already.”
“Jed Seigel.”
“Yeah. I hated him as a jury member.”
“’Cause he was blind?” The judge asked.
“How can someone review the evidence if they can’t see? It seemed so unfair. But I guess, in the end…”
“In the end he understood enough.”
“He did have something strange about him.”
“Mmhm…I recall that. I expected him to excuse himself from the jury, but he stayed. Had a sixth sense about him,” said Reginald.
“I remember breaking into his house. It was very quiet, very dark, so I figured he wasn’t home. I snuck around the place for a few minutes and grabbed a few things and then headed for the bedrooms. I opened the door slowly and nearly had a stroke. There he was—just standing there in the dark, eerily motionless, listening to me. I’d totally forgotten that he didn’t need the lights on. I was terrified, so I ran with what I had.”
“Couldn’t have been too bad—the check’s for eight hundred.”
“I got his watch. Expensive one, too, even said the time out loud.”
“Huh.”

I thought about him sadly for a moment, imagining him raking his hands across different surfaces, looking for his watch. I’ve done such hurtful things…

-M.J.

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