Where Is Dylan?

Another stormy night in OKC

Welcome to this month’s edition of First Friday Fiction. As I explained in my Wednesday post, my WIP is a suspense story. Therefore, today’s fiction is a bit suspenseful and I hope a little humorous. Nestled within this post is a clue to a scene in my novel. (By the way, the novel is much more suspenseful!)

The sound of thunder surprised Macey Edwards. She rose from her desk and walked to the window.

Stars had been shining a few minutes earlier when Dylan left for his run. Macey glanced at her watch. It had been over an hour since he left. Immersed in writing her latest novel, she had lost track of time.

Forked lightning streaked across the sky and a light rain began to fall. She wished Dylan were home. He had been staying away a bit longer each night. While he had never given her a reason to doubt his loyalty, she wondered what kept him away so long.

She walked back to her desk and sat down. It really is a dark and stormy night. She smiled, thinking of the infamous opening line by novelist Edward Bulwer-Lytton.

“Well, it’s a perfect night for writing, Callie girl.” The orange tabby yawned and stretched. She hopped off the sofa and rubbed against Macey’s legs before walking out of the room.

Macey closed her eyes and envisioned her protagonist walking toward the abandoned factory. She placed her fingers on the keyboard and began to write.

A flash of lightning illuminated the sky, immediately followed by a boom of thunder. The windows of the old house rattled. Rain pelted the roof. The lights flickered, and then went off completely, plunging the house into darkness.

Macey reached for a flashlight and shut down the laptop to conserve battery power. She’d learned that living in the country sometimes meant long periods without electricity.

Another half hour passed before the storm began to subside. The silence inside the house caused Macey to realize how much noise even a ceiling fan makes.

Tap, tap, tap. Tap. Tap, tap.

What’s that? The sound came from the kitchen.

Tap, tap, tap. Tap, Tap.

“Callie? Callie girl?” Macey pointed the flashlight. Callie sat at the top of the stairs.

“Come here, Callie.”

Callie wouldn’t budge.

Just like a cat.

Tap, tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap.

Where is Dylan when I need him? He’s never stayed away this long. I hope he found a place to wait out the storm.

She tiptoed toward the kitchen. The noise grew louder.

Is someone at the window? Her heart beat a little faster. She took another step and her foot came down on something soft.

“YEOWH!”

Macey screamed.

Callie fled.

“I’m sorry, Callie. I didn’t know you’d snuck by me.”

Tap, tap, tap.

“That does it! I’m tired of hearing that noise.” Macey marched into the kitchen. Outside the window, the branches of a mulberry tree tapped against the window. She breathed a sigh of relief.

“Woof, woof!”

Macey hurried to open the back door. At the bottom of the steps, wet but otherwise unharmed, stood a large German Shepherd dog.

“Where have you been?”

He hung his head as if in shame.

“It’s okay, boy. Come on in.”

He bounded up the steps and into the kitchen. Dylan was home.

 

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  • Denise Beidler Jackson

    Well, Joan, I thoroughly enjoyed this! Nicely done…love your description, and your character’s thoughts, and the surprise! So fun to read!

    • Thank you, Denise. I’m having fun writing these short fiction pieces as well as the novel. Thanks for reading and leaving a comment!

  • La McCoy

    Enjoyed this

    • Thanks, Laura. I write about my cats a lot, but I really love German Shepherds!

  • Joy DeKok

    Way cool writing!

  • kathunsworth

    Great piece Joan I loved that that Dylan was mans best friend and sometimes our only friend in a thunderstorm. Your description had me sitting there in the room waiting to see what would happen next. Thoroughly enjoyed it.

    • Thanks, Kath! I had always wanted to use that “dark and stormy night” quote, so I wrote the story around it. Hopefully, people initially though Dylan might be her husband or boyfriend came across with the surprising twist at the end.