It Was Them

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is for the Flash Fiction writing contest. I don't know why that wasn't one of the choices in story type.

No matter how long I live, I will never forget that night,  November 4, 1955. The minute I saw them, my blood ran cold. There was no doubt in my mind that it was them. I would recognize them anywhere.  They looked out of place in Grand Central Station, but they would probably look out of place anywhere. He was so tall, and she, so short in comparison. It struck me that she was wearing a coat, even though it was a warm evening and we were inside. Was she hiding something under it? As I studied them, I noticed that even their shadows looked different from everyone else’s, they were stretched and darker than the others.
I looked at the other people in the station, nobody else seemed to notice them. How was that possible? They were walking by as if the man with the briefcase and the short woman in the coat, weren't even there. Yet, everything about them screamed-it's us- we are that couple.
 I glanced at my husband who was walking a step or two behind me. He was looking at them too. When he finally looked away from them, and at me, he nodded. Silently we agreed without a word being spoken, it was them. We picked up our pace
When we were out of earshot, I said, "We have to find Alan; he'll know what to do.” "Really, Alan?" asked my husband, Steve. "I thought we should talk to Richie." We stared at each other silently, Al or Richie, which of them would be the most helpful in this situation. “We have to decide quickly, for all we know, they could be boarding a train in five minutes.” Steve was right. "Let’s get Richie, he lives closer."
As we walked down Richie's  very long street, I thought to myself, wouldn't it be wonderful if there was a phone I could carry in my purse, so I could call Richie, instead of walking to his house? Richie was home. We told him that we had seen the tall man with the briefcase and the short woman in the coat. We stressed that we had to hurry back. He grabbed his hat and we were off.
We were nervous and excited. I crossed my fingers that they would still be there. I felt very let down when I saw that they weren't where they had been. I thought optimistically, maybe they're sitting down somewhere. We split up and searched every corner of the station for the next two hours. They were gone--and no one ever saw them again.

Submitted: May 04, 2020

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Criss Sole

Yikes! I am left with so many questions.... who were those two.
I loved your writing style.

Wed, May 6th, 2020 6:04am


Thank you.

Wed, May 6th, 2020 6:01am

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