Fiction: The Beginning of the Lost (375 words)

10 May

Arthur pulled up to the front of the house.  He’d never seen so many cars parked in front of Maggie’s place.  Apparently, people knew if you wanted a Daniel expert, you went to Maggie.

But that also probably meant she was surrounded by people and extremely uncomfortable. So—he entered the house quietly, trying to get a feel for what was going on with making too much of a fuss.  He found Maggie sitting at her Kitchen table, sitting red-eyed and silent, staring at the placemat in front of her.  About eight or nine people jabbered on around her, and Maggie looked terrified.

So Arthur burst into the room with all the rage he could muster.  Maggie looked up and whispered, “King.”  Arthur held out his hand to her in an ‘I’ll handle this’ gesture.

“What the hell is going on here?” He demanded.

“Who are you?” A man asked from near the fridge.  Arthur made a noise of indignation and turned to look at the man like he’d just asked a really stupid question.

“Who am I? Who the hell are you?” Arthur crossed to the kitchen table and leaned down to get at Maggie’s eye level.  “Mags, are they bothering you?”   Maggie looked so grateful as she nodded.  Arthur gave her a smile and a wink before straightening up again, angry mask back on his face.  “All right! Everyone out of the house! Now!”

Several people began moving immediately, gathering their things and heading for the door.  A couple more hesitated, eying Arthur and sizing him up.  He guessed they decided he wasn’t worth the effort though because they got their things together and started to head out as well.  Arthur made sure that everyone was out before coming back to the kitchen table with a double of scotch.  He put the glass down in front of Maggie.

She waited a second then tipped the glass back.  “Thank you.”  Her voice was soft.  Still a bit rough with fear. “Thank you. I couldn’t.”

Arthur nodded.  “I have to ask, though, Maggie.  Do you–do you know—

Maggie shook her head.  “I don’t know where Danny is.”  When she looked up this time, there were tears in her eyes, “King—I think—this time I think he’s really gone.”

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