Episode # 29 of The Writer
TW (aka The Writer) locked the Dr. Baxter’s door behind him, then he heard footsteps coming down the hall. “That’s them,” he whispered to Dr. Christine Baxter.
“What do you think they want?” Christine asked.
“I don’t know. And they’ve been after me for the last twenty-four hours.”
“Why don’t I talk to them?”
“They killed my cat and Buddy Grady. They’d kill you too. We have to get out of here.”
“Why would they kill me?”
“Maybe because they thought you were in their way. Of getting to me.”
Christine stood up and opened the window behind her. “We can get out this way.”
“We’re three stories above ground.”
“There’s a tree. Follow me.”
Christine climbed up on the ledge and out the window. She reached over and grabbed a branch of the oak and followed the branch.
TW was right behind her.
She went down the tree, stepping from branch to branch until she reached the ground.
TW made the final jump and joined her. “What now?”
“Let’s head over to Jack Reed’s office. He’s the expert on the K’lggsh.”
Above them, they heard the two men crash into her office.
Christine started to run. TW looked up to see the two men at the window. Then he was off after Christine. They came to a second building. They dashed inside and down the hall. Christine went out the back door and grabbed TW’s arm and pulled him inside. She opened a janitorial closet door.
“Wait. I think I know what they want,” TW said. “They want the postcard.”
“Yes. And I’m not going to let them have it.”
“How can we keep it from them?”
“We can’t. That’s why I have to destroy it. Do you have a match or a cigarette lighter?”
“No. Why don’t you just rip it up?”
“I don’t think that would be enough.”
Footsteps passed the closet and down the hall. They heard the building door slam shut.
Christine took TW by the arm, opened the door and slipped into the hallway. “Let’s go.”
The two of them were out of the building. They hurried toward a red brick, three story structure. Breathing hard, they entered the property.
“Jack’s office is in here.”
TW let go of her hand. “No. I have to go. Otherwise you and Dr. Reed will be in danger.”
“We can help you.”
“No, you can’t. Your lives will just be in danger.” Then TW went out the door and across the campus. He saw a student smoking a cigarette about ten yards ahead of him. He looked behind him and the two men were coming.
TW dashed toward the student. He felt the two men getting closer and closer. He reached the student. “I need a light.”
The student laughed, then handed over his lighter.
TW pulled the postcard out of his rear pocket. He clicked the lighter. It didn’t light.
“No,” the two men yelled. The two men were almost on top of him. The first grabbed for the postcard. But he missed.
TW clicked the lighter a second time. It lit. He set the light against the postcard. The postcard caught fire.
The other of the two men reached out and grasped for the card. TW managed to keep the burning card away from him as the second of the two went for him.
The student stepped in and knocked the smaller man off his feet.
The curl of the fire burned the tips of TW’s fingers. TW dropped what was left. The card was ashes when it touched the ground. A robin, then a butterfly rose from the ashes.
He knew that this was Sylvia. This was the last he would ever see of her.
He looked around. Like Sylvia, the two men and the student were gone.