Welcome to SeniorVu’s daily ‘flash fiction’, with the continuing saga of Mary Lu at the Vu. Mary Lu is a 78-year old fictitious resident of a fictitious senior living community called Hickory Hills View (a.k.a. The Vu). Every night, while her husband Bobby (he’s fictitious too) sleeps next to her, she sends her sister Carolyn (yup, fictitious) an entertaining email updating her on the day. These are her stories. We hope they become as addictive as your morning cup of coffee.
Disclaimer: Even though these stories may sound familiar to your community, the story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this series are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.
What a day it’s been.
I hadn’t even had my coffee yet when Bobby’s phone buzzed with an urgent text from Jackie.
She’d looked out her window and saw Doug Bennett’s old pickup in the parking lot. It had been nearly two weeks since Anna called him with a vague question about past prison days. He’d been absent and incommunicado since then.
And now he’s back.
I slipped my starter pistol into my bag as I ventured to Jackie’s. We gazed out the window at the truck.
“What do you want to do?” she asked.
I didn’t know. After all the time I’d spent wondering what had become of Doug, I realized now that I preferred having him gone. He was back in our building and had a key to our place.
We decided to alert Noreen and Angela – and then play it cool. We’d keep tabs on his whereabouts so he couldn’t sneak up on us.
I headed back to my apartment, checking up and down the hall with every step, my pulse racing. I open my apartment door and –-
Bobby had gone to the fitness center and Doug had let himself in. It scared the devil out of me. (It scared a little pee out of me, too.)
“Howdy, Mary Lu,” Doug said, holding up a work order sheet. “Didn’t mean to startle you. Bobby requested a new security lock for the door.”
Yeah, I wanted to say. To keep you out.
“That was more than a week ago,” I stammered.
“I know. Sorry,” he explained. “I’ve been out of town.”
He smiled. It was one of those smiles that, taken one way, comes off as warm and friendly. With a bit of backstory, it can also look sinister. I took it as sinister.
And I freaked out.
“Get out of my apartment!” I screamed.
I got out the gun. And before I realized it…
…I shot him.
Well, I fired the blank in the starter pistol anyway. It didn’t hit Doug. It just made a horrible racket and sent him running like a bat out of hell.
Bobby’s been trying to calm me down all day. He said he’s just glad no one was hurt. All three of us have been called to meet with management in the morning to sort out what happened. If they throw us out, we may have to come live with you.
P.S. To catch up on all of my previous Mary Lu at The Vu posts, click here to go back to Day 1.