The Spot Writers – “The Veteran”

Welcome to the Spot Writers. This week the key word is teeth. 

Today’s contribution comes from RC Bonitz, author of A LITTLE BIT OF BLACKMAIL, A LITTLE BIT OF BABY, and A BLANKET FOR HER HEART.  

Next week’s story will be by Val Muller, author of FOR WHOM MY HEART BEATS ETERNAL, a sci-fi romance, and CORGI CAPERS: DECEIT ON DORSET DRIVE, a mystery novel for young readers.

The Veteran

He stepped from the shower and began to towel off. After months in the caves and mountains of Afghanistan he could soak in a nice hot shower for a week at a time. But, there was a picnic to go to, people to meet, hands to shake. Ben Hardin was an electrical contractor with a good reputation, just the kind of guy he needed going forward. He wasn’t much for buttering up people, but what the hell, when a man dropped an invitation in his lap might as well make the most of it. He had to get used to this networking stuff if he was going to make it in civilian life.

He chose a pair of jeans and a regular sport shirt and got dressed. Civies were a new thing for him after ten years in the army. This was a business event but a picnic too, so no shorts or dress slacks for the day. H e hoped.

If only Mike and Scott were going to be there. Brothers they were after the war, guys whose minds he could read at the drop of a hat. He smiled. Great guys, he was lucky they kept in touch after they got out. Scott lived on the West coast now, so that took a little doing, but Mike had an apartment right here in town which made things easy.

He finished dressing and combed his hair. The photo on the dresser caught his eye as it always did. Margaret. Before.

“I’ll find him,” he whispered, as he did every time he glanced at her. The cops hadn’t come up with a thing and neither had he, but he would not stop hunting her killer. Every suspicious character, every possible lead, drew his attention, but so far he had zilch to show for the effort. Mike told him to move on, find another woman and get married. He didn’t understand.

He could do that, get married, but he would never stop hunting, and his wife would have to accept that. He smiled again. The right woman just hadn’t come along though. Marge was a tough act to follow.

The phone rang. He checked caller ID and gritted his teeth. Talk about not being the right woman. He picked up the phone.

 

The Spot Writers- our members:

RC Bonitz
http://www.rcbonitz.com

Val Muller
http://www.valmuller.com/blog

Catherine A. MacKenzie
https://writingwicket.wordpress.com/wicker-chitter/

Deborah Dera
http://www.deborahdera.com

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