WRITER

Real or not

    I clicked the lock on the door as I stepped out. Its awfully quiet in here, the shops usually hopping. I shrugged it, after all it is a Sunday morning, most people are probably in church right now. I walked in and looked around looking for and indication of who this Leanne may be. There was a couple in the front table kissing. I couldn't help but stare. My last girlfriend, Katherine, broke it off 9 months into the relationship. Shes said my writings took to much of my time. I missed her. I was going to ask her to mary me that week. I sighed and looked around some more. I spotted a girl with long auburn hair halfway down her back. Her sunglasses gave her away as suspicious, so i immediately made my way to her." Hello madam, I was wondering by chance if you know a miss Leanne." She smiled, " why I do sir and you have found me gracefully." She waved her hand to say sit down. I obeyed. " I have some news for you and I don't think your going to like it all that much", she started. I tried not to smile, I  knew this was going to make a great story. " I got word that your Katherine is in trouble". I froze. Maybe this isn't going to be all that great. " My source says she is somewhere in Charleston, and said that you would need this to help you along the way." She handed me a small brown bag. " He also wished to tell you that you have a week to find her or he is going to..." She paused a mall shiver came over her body. She looked sick," she will no longer be with us, find her Greg." She gave a small smile as she moved from the table and out the door.

      I stared in disbelief at the bag. How am i supposed to know that this isn't some kind of prank. The story he was given sounded like the bases of one of his books, A dangerous game, and he was not very thrilled about people poking in his personal life to give him a fright. I shook my head and threw the bad to the side. This is ridiculous. I started the car and headed back home.