Encounter

Wishful - Thinker's Very Short Stories

                                                                         #1  ENCOUNTER

Phoebe and Freddie were sitting in the kitchen enjoying a cup of Earl Grey and some of his mother's cheese biscuits when they heard a resounding noise as if there was an automobile crash.

"Oh, Phoebe it's right outside the wall, check it out please." Freddie said.

Phoebe ran outside and a moment later called for Freddie to join him.

"Hurry Freddie, someone is hurt."

Freddie couldn't believe his eyes, there was a red Ferrari F40 wrapped around a light pole.

"What fuckin' asshole cracks up a $350,000 car?"

"Freddie, someone's hurt inside"

"Well, wait for the bobbies and medics. I already hear the siren. Let's go back inside"

"Freddie, she's hurt and unconscious. We can't just leave her there."

"She?"

Freddie stepped closer to the wreck and peered in only to see her face covered in blood and a body to kill.

"Phoebe can you carry her inside, do you think it would be all right, no broken bones, right?"

"Well, I don't know Freddie but I don't want to leave her like this. Look her purse is open and money and jewels are all over the place. Do you think she's a thief?" Phoebe asked.

"Oh, just bring her in and call for an ambulance" Freddie said and walked away.

Phoebe came in holding the woman and Freddie motioned to set her down on the sofa in his office. "I'm not getting my Pratesi sheets filled with blood if she is a thief. Call an ambulance."

"Well Freddie, I hope you don't mind getting your dish towels bloody. I'll clean them or replace them, but I've got to clean  her up a bit and see where the bleeding is coming from" Phoebe said a little testily.

Freddie shrugged and walked out of his office offended at himself at the way he was treating this woman. This was not him. A man who sends anonymous checks to people in need. What was going on with him?

Phoebe cleaned up this mysterious woman and saw she had a cut on the side of her scalp, above her ear. 

Knowing that you bleed more profusely from the head, he was becoming less concerned with her and more with Freddie.

He applied pressure against the wound but was certain she would need stitches.

After a bit, the woman started to stir and groaned a little.

"What happened" she said

"Where am I"

She tried to stand but was quite wobbly as Phoebe tried to help her.

"Freddie" Phoebe yelled, "come in here now please."

The woman turned as Freddie walked in and spread his arms complaining, "Why am I needed, I'm working?"

As his arms flayed out as he spoke hitting  the woman in the head and she went down slamming  her head against his desk.

Unconscious again, Phoebe lifted her up onto the sofa and glared at Freddie.

"What's the matter with you Fred, you knocked her down, she's unconscious again and it happened in your home."

"Shit"