The Neighbor (13) In 100 Words

A bit of serial fiction in 100 word installments. Here are the other parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven and twelve.

Adam hurriedly removed the gag. “My god, what’s happened to you?”

The young woman coughed. “That woman… the nurse,” she rasped.

“Martina? Miss Dietrich’s caregiver?”

“I suppose, yes. She’s keeping me prisoner.”

“But why?”

“I don’t know. I came here a month ago…” she paused, coughed again. “My mother…” tears filled her eyes. “She… could be dead by now…”

Adam frowned. “I don’t understand.”

“My mother, she’s dying. She sent me… to find her own mother.”

“Miss Dietrich?”

She nodded.

“Then your mother is…?”

“Evangeline,” she said, her eyes suddenly widening in fear.

“Don’t move,” said Martina from the doorway.

The Neighbor (8) In 100 Words

A bit of serial fiction in 100 word installments. Here are the other parts: one, two, three, four, five, six and seven.

“A daughter?” Adam exclaimed. “I thought you’d never married Miss Dietrich!

“The older woman sighed. “I never had the chance.”

“What do you mean?”

She got that faraway look again. “The boys were all going to war. Korea. Eddie left before I even knew about the baby.” She wrung her hands.

“That must have been hard,” Adam said. “Then what happened?”

“My parents were furious, even though Eddie planned to marry me as soon as he came home.” She paused. “But he never made it.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I didn’t want to but…” her voice shook. “I gave her away.”

The Neighbor (7) In 100 Words

A bit of serial fiction in 100 word installments. Here are the other parts: one, two, three, four, five and six.

“Why Adam! How good to see you!” Miss Dietrich exclaimed. “Come in, won’t you?”

“Ma’am, I was worried about you,” he said as he followed her into the parlor.

“Why, whatever for?”

He explained about his recent experiences and Martina’s unwillingness to let him speak to her.

The elderly lady chuckled. “My overprotective watchdog, that one… I’ll tell her you’re alright.”

“Ma’am? Do you know what’s going on?”

Her smile faded. “Music, you say? And roses?” She looked off into the middle distance. “Reminds me of Evangeline.”

“Who is Evangeline?”

She lifted a trembling hand to her lips. “My daughter.”