Thursday, July 29, 2010

Are the cops looking for me???

The other day I came home to find a business card intentionally tucked into my mailbox.

It was from the Plainfield Police Department. This is odd for a number of reasons. I don't live in Plainfield, have not been through there in months and that was just for vehicle inspection. They wouldn't cross the county line and go into another town to randomly leave a business card behind, would they?

The business card did not have message on it like "Please call regarding..."

Just a card, name and number. I called twice but got voicemail. Didn't bother leaving a message.

My mind ran through the possibilities: A case of mistaken identity? Did someone give a false address on a report? Are they investigating one of my neighbors? The secret behind the dangling card may be something rather simple...or sinister. At the very least it could be a great opening to a mystery novel!

So I will give the number a try again after work, this time I will leave a message. Then maybe I will know the real story.

1 comment:

Janifer said...

They are trying to warn you about a hit out on you. You know that car that's been following you recently? Yeah. :-P

Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away