One AnOther

WRONG END OF THE PLAYING FIELD

Wednesday morning. That was when Agatha Greene forged her attempts at being a diligent mother. Everyone in the household knew how it started. It was definitely a Wednesday when egg whites slopped on the sizzling frying pan and the spinach-scented water pot sent steam spiralling around the 70's styled kitchen until it slammed against and fogged up the windows.

The first one up after Agatha was Uncle Humbert. He needn't a word to convey his complaints toward Wednesday mornings to Agatha. Awakened with furrowed eyebrows and sweaty sheets, he was the first to open a door all morning in attempt to escape the god-ridden facade.

He lit his comeback with a white box lighter and waited for the screech of the screen door that signaled for Agatha to show up waving a spatula in his face.

26 was a little old to be living at home in the city. But in a small town? Perfectly normal. The clouds were removed, swiftly, after they coddled the sun and the rays shot into Keller's eyes. With a lift of an eyebrow and a twitch in the nose, Keller Greene opened his eyes to yet another Wednesday morning.

He swallowed his morning breath as he reminisced about yesterday night.

Ah yes, yesterday was... good. Yesterday was great!

"Keller!"
"Humbert!"
"Breakfast is on the table!"

There were many things that Agatha had done wrong in her life and Wednesday morning breakfasts was a reoccurring one.

Keller and Humbert sat and ate, what they could, for 5-7 minutes before Agatha left for her physiotherapy. Then it was off to Tenther's diner.

They hopped into Humbert's truck and headed over. Three left turns and the two of them wouldn't have to run into Agatha on the way there.

8 metres before the last turn and they could already see the blue and red lights. 7-8 cops were standing outside, including the chief. Was it a robbery? Maybe a drug trade?

Old man Tenther was hunched over on the side of the curb with a pale and bug-eyed face. To the left of him was possibly the most enthusiastic cop there. While all the other coppers and investigators looked as if they had seen the grim reaper himself, a young fellow with curly brown hair circled around the poor old man mumbling all sort of nonsense while scribbling into his notebook. The tag around his neck read "DANNY JONES".

Keller looked around with his most concerned grey eyes until he almost forgot about the crime scene altogether. The earth suddenly went silent and Keller could no longer see the lights, hear the sirens or focus on Danny Jones.

As the car door on a 57 sedan opened Keller had seemed to forget about everything he had ever done in his life.

Out stepped the most beautiful and enticing form of headstrong Keller had ever seen. She was anything but a small town girl. Her lime green eyes flashed silver linings to every dark thought that could invade Keller's head. He was in a trance until she marched her power filled shoulders to the crime scene pushing Keller towards the side.

She swiftly slipped out a plastic ID card with a slightly less glorious picture of an earth bound angel towards the chief.

"Pamela Kaline Wells. Or PK Wells if you want to be quick about it. Francis Marthens hired me to investigate her daughter's disappearance two nights ago on February 9th 2004. I have reason to suspect that she could be inside this very diner."

The chief glared at Wells.

"Oh I've heard enough about crazy old Marthens and her crazy daughter who disappears every other week for the past 45 years! I don't need you to be marching all over my crime scene to remind me about it" 

Oh right. Carrie was missing again. Keller wondered where she took off to this time as he felt the weight of a guilty man slip into his stomach. Keller had started dating Carrie his second year in college. It wasn't very clear how it had all started but every since that day Keller had always felt like he was missing a breath he needed to catch. PK Wells however, made him feel, for the first time, that his heart skipped a beat.

Little did Keller know that Kelso had married the missing girl two days before. The actions from one side of reality will soon shine a light on the blood on Keller's hands. Keller was bound to find out that his decisions gave an advantage to the wrong end of the playing field.