Saturday, October 08, 2016

Escape: Day 6

Word Count: 36,037

Summary of Events:
Dallis made plans to leave Trace for his own safety as much as her own at his next stop. Trace and Dallis stopped for supper at one of Trace's favourite restaurants where Dallis ended up making several scenes due to touch-related incidents, including one that got a man hospitalised. Dallis managed to leave Trace's truck without waking him and made her way toward the city nearby. Trace woke up when his alarm went off and found Dallis was gone.

Excerpt of the Day:
"A slamming sound startled Dallis awake and she saw a car parked across from her in the light shining off of the wall just ahead of her that jutted out beyond where she'd chosen to sleep for the night once she'd finally made it to the city.
Walking toward her was a slim, grey-haired man who looked to be wearing a stiff collar. He noticed her once he got beyond the further wall and out of the light, she could tell by the way he moved.
"Oh, hello there," he said.
Dallis rose slowly and edged away from him.
"It's alright, would you like to come inside?" he asked. "I'm sure it must've been very cold out here, and you more than likely need a place to stay."
Warily Dallis watched him as he went over to the door beside her, unlocked it, and stepped inside, holding it open for her.
She heard a beeping noise coming from inside, but she stepped in anyways. The man went over to a glowing number pad and pressed some buttons that silenced the beeping. He then flicked a light on.
"Come," he said, beckoning to her.
Dallis followed silently as he led her to a stairwell, then down a to a small and rather old-fashioned looking kitchen. He took a small kettle from the stove, filled it, and then carried it back and turned on the fire underneath it.
"Would you like some tea, or coffee?" the man asked.
"Tea," Dallis replied, as quietly as she could.
"And is oatmeal fine with you?" the man asked.
Dallis nodded.
The man got out two mugs, a bowl, two spoons, jars of sugar and coffee, and a small bag of oatmeal.
Dallis watched silently from a distance as, once the kettle started to whistle, the man poured water into each of the mugs and the bowl, then added coffee grounds to one mug, and oatmeal to the bowl.
"Come and pick which tea you'd like," he said, bringing out a basket full of colourful bags.
Dallis moved closer and looked at them. She picked a deep pink package that contained a berry-flavoured tea. Opening the package, she removed the teabag and put it into the water, where it slowly wetted and sank.
"Come out and we'll sit," the man said, taking up the other mug and the sugar.
Silently Dallis followed behind him, carrying the bowl and her tea. The man passed her on the way back to the kitchen and came out after she'd sat down with a carton of cream.
Dallis added sugar and cream to her oatmeal while the man did the same to his coffee. She also added a touch to her tea once she decided it had probably steeped long enough.
"Now what is your name?" the man asked, wrapping his hands around his coffee mug.
"Fancy Hobbes," Dallis replied."

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