A Break in the Clouds – #WOW555

I’m running late this week with the story, but I finally got it done. We had to include the phrase “It’s a new life” So, head on over to Wendy’s place and check out the stories. The voting will happen soon!


I stood up and glanced out the window. The rain kept falling at a steady pace. Great place, this. I can’t even go for a walk. I glanced over at the computer and sighed. Nothing there would interest me: not anymore, not for a while anyways. They wouldn’t let me write. No one to email even.

Then I slumped back into my chair. “It’s a new life,” they had told me. Sure. Those wise guys never had to live like this. The pain from the loss of my wife was bad enough, but then I had to re-live everything in court. They told me they’d take care of me if I testified. Sure, the mob hitman who hit my wife instead of the woman he was supposed to take out deserved to be punished. But now I sit around all day without my love of my life and he’s in prison with friends.

It was fun at first; people wondering where I had gone. My fans clamored for that third book but I disappeared. The contract on me was worth more than the contract I would get on the third book. It didn’t take too long, though, for people to lose interest. Other celebrities got married, or buried. Other celebrities had scandals and soon I was forgotten. Maybe in enough time I’d be the subject of one of those documentaries wondering where I went.

Writing was my life; now, they didn’t want to take a chance that my style would be recognized and they wouldn’t let me write. That last book was ready to be published – but only after I died. They didn’t want to take a chance on the mob finding out that I was still alive. Sure I had enough to live on because the government funneled my royalties to me – but no one to live with. She was gone.

A ray of sunlight broke through the window. I turned to look and the rain was breaking up. I decided to go for a walk. I threw on a jacket and headed into the cool day. Two weeks here and this was the first day I could get out. I walked around the neighborhood checking out hiding places and escape routes. It pays to be prepared. The air, even though it was cooler than home, felt good and I almost began to smile. I headed back to the house with a spring in my step. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad here.

“Rick! Rick Jacobs!” I heard the call and froze. That was my old name. My heart thundered as I began thinking about my escape. The stop was imperceptible to others, but I felt as if I had been motionless for hours. “Rick! It’s Elaine from High School! Everyone thinks you’ve dropped off the face of the earth.” I remembered Elaine from high school. I had to fight the urge to run after Elaine and take her home with me. I just kept walking. As soon as I got inside the house, I called my handler. Maybe there was hope.  Maybe there was new life.

Turning Over a New Leaf

That was the theme of #5MinuteFiction tonight. I was very fortunate to make the finals. So head on over to Write on Wendy, check out the finalists and vote for me. (Ok, vote for your favorite story)

Mine is here:


Fred trembled a bit as he walked through the door. Then he gained a bit of his bravado back and looked at his mom.

“I’m in middle school now. I don’t really need you here.”

Mom nodded her head. “I know you don’t. That’s just the rules of the school. You gotta have a parent enroll you.”

“Ok,” he said with a shrug, “but don’t get too close.”

She tensed up a bit. This was too much like he had been. “I’m just going to enroll you. You’re on your own, then.”

He swaggered a bit when he understood her response. He stood off to the side and watched as she went through the process of enrolling him. She brought out the drivers license, the proof of residence, the shot records, the grades from his last school – all new and carefully manufactured. No one could tell from the records – he was sure of it.

As his mom finished up, he choked up a bit. Then straightened his shoulders. “Thanks mom,” he said quietly.

She raised an eyebrow. Maybe this was going to work.

When he turned back to the registrar and asked if he could walk her back to the car, she didn’t know what to think. As they walked, he talked as quietly as he could. “It’s going to be alright mom. They are too far away. They won’t know to look here.”

She smiled. “Remember,” she said, “Nothing like the old days. That’s the surest way they can track us down.”

“Got it,” he said. “New lease on life. I’m turning over a new leaf.” He thought for a second. “I guess that means no football either. I wonder if they can use a 6’1 chess player.”

“We’re gonna survive this witness protection plan,” she thought. “He’s going to make his end work.”