Mr. Richards slept in unusually long on this day. it was 11:30 am when he finally pulled himself from the king-sized bed in the center of his bedroom. After completing his morning routine he went to the front door to grab the newspaper. Immediately as he reaches down to pick it up he noticed something was off. after examining the entire paper Daniel noticed, the newspaper was dated January 11, 2013. It was the exact newspaper from six years prior. Mr. Richards life was almost unrecognizable six years ago. Vivian was still alive and their lives were consumed with planning the wedding.
The books on the shelves of Mr. Richard's study were crusted with dust. Vivian used to collect all of the books Daniel had ever illustrated. As he flipped through the dated books he noticed pages were missing. A chuckle emerged from his lips, Vivian used to tear out her favorite images and put them in scrapbooks. Mr. Richards had almost forgotten.
"Danny, I'm home!" Vivian yelled.
Mr. Richard surprised turned in awe as he sees his fiance as if nothing had changed, her voice as clear and as crisp as a spring morning. with a wide grin and a bag full of fresh groceries. Her dark brown hair formed a softer curl at the ends. She was wearing the reg sundress that she knew was Daniels favorite. He always believed it made her blue eyes stand out and forced him to focus on her face. Things had changed, a frown formed on his face realizing his mind had played a cruel trick on him. Daniel would never see Vivian again, never get to cry as she walked down the aisle, and never get to envision baby names with her. Slowly Mr. Richards turned his back to his dead fiance and focused his eyes on the fog that had come over the entires town.
The books on the shelves of Mr. Richard's study were crusted with dust. Vivian used to collect all of the books Daniel had ever illustrated. As he flipped through the dated books he noticed pages were missing. A chuckle emerged from his lips, Vivian used to tear out her favorite images and put them in scrapbooks. Mr. Richards had almost forgotten.
"Danny, I'm home!" Vivian yelled.
Mr. Richard surprised turned in awe as he sees his fiance as if nothing had changed, her voice as clear and as crisp as a spring morning. with a wide grin and a bag full of fresh groceries. Her dark brown hair formed a softer curl at the ends. She was wearing the reg sundress that she knew was Daniels favorite. He always believed it made her blue eyes stand out and forced him to focus on her face. Things had changed, a frown formed on his face realizing his mind had played a cruel trick on him. Daniel would never see Vivian again, never get to cry as she walked down the aisle, and never get to envision baby names with her. Slowly Mr. Richards turned his back to his dead fiance and focused his eyes on the fog that had come over the entires town.
1. “Slowly Mr. Richards turned his back to his dead fiance and focused his eyes on the fog that had come over the entire town
ReplyDelete2. Is Daniel involved with the murder or the investigation?
3. This isn’t based on just this blog, but is the germaphobe thing still playing out for him?
4. talk more about what’s going on around town and how it affects him, like place him with the rest of town, figuratively not literally