Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
`”Well. his behavior certainly took the shine off him, as far as I’m concerned. I used to think he was a pretty great guy, but not any more.”
“Why, what happened?”
“He stood me up! I waited at the coffee shop we both like, and I gave him nearly an hour. He never showed. Finally, I gathered up my things and left. He’d better not call me again if he knows what’s good for him.”
“That’s too bad. I’ve known him for some time, and I’m surprised he would do something like that. Maybe something happened. Don’t you think you should call him and make sure he’s okay?”
“Are you serious? HE should call ME and apologize for leaving me sitting there. I was so embarrassed. Everyone in the shop could tell exactly what happened. I’m sure everyone who was there will always remember me as the girl who got stood up. No. I’m not calling him.”
“I think I will. I’m concerned. It’s out of character for him to be rude. He’s one of the nicest guys I know. I’ll let you know what a find out.”
“Don’t bother. It doesn’t matter.”
The two young women parted ways, and Cherie made up her mind to call Brandon as soon as she got home. Maddie didn’t have to like it. Something had happened to make Brandon behave poorly.
Cherie waited until Brandon’s message stopped, and she left a hasty voicemail. “Brandon, it’s Cherie. Are you okay? Please call.”
There was no response for several days, and Cherie had just about decided that Brandon had left town or something. Finally, nearly two weeks later, her phone started playing Vivaldi, and the caller ID said Brandon.
“Brandon! Where have you been? I’ve been so worried!”
“Miss Mason, this is the State Police. We received this phone in the mail today, addressed to a homicide detective. I’m sorry, but it’s not good news. Are you a relative?”
Cherie’s heart was racing, and she sat down with a thump. “No, I’m just a friend.”
“I’m sorry we can’t speak with you, then, until his family is notified. We’ll be in touch.”
Cherie’s hands shook as she processed what she had just heard. He must be dead. Someone had killed him, or why send his phone to Homicide? Trembling, she called Maddie.
“Hey, Cherie, what’s up?”
“Maddie, you’d better sit down. Remember how you said Brandon’s behavior took the shine off of him for you? Well, here’s what is happening . . .”