NORVAL JOE
With her husband safe and sound inside the ambulance and speeding away to the hospital, Mrs. Withybottom wrung her hands together and looked around. “I think I should go to the hospital to be with Thurgrave.”
The butler put a hand on her shoulder. “I’ll drive you, Mitzi. I mean, Madam. Then I can return and keep an eye on your daughter.”
“No way,” Mandy said. “I’m coming with you to the hospital.” She grabbed Billbert’s hand and dragged him to the old Cadillac.
In the huge back seat, she whispered to Billbert, “I don’t like, or trust, that man.”
LISA
The School Run
Belle ran for the bus: could still feel his touch as he’d brushed passed her, his foetid breath was inside her nostrils. Panic built inside.
She cursed the dark, she cursed her shoes, she cursed her heavy bag. Breathless. Stitch stabbing at her sides. She just wanted to be home but the bus doors closed as she neared the stop. With a final frantic push she ran desperately, arm out, thankfully the driver saw her and waited.
Belle sat on the bus feeling safe at last, panted, closed her eyes.
She didn’t see him get on at the next stop.
SERENDIPIDY
I know you do all the right things.
The whole thing about not inviting me across your threshold; how you check for my reflection in mirrors, and the way you keep a wooden stake within arm’s reach, just in case.
And you really can’t hide the stench of that garlic necklace.
You think you’re safe, don’t you?
But, here’s the thing: Everything you think you know about vampires, you learned from fiction.
Just because you read it in a book, or saw it in the movies, doesn’t mean it’s true.
And, by the way, we love a bright, sunny day!
LIZZIE
You’ll be safe, he said. But nothing was further from the truth. I wasn’t safe at all. The irony, the sarcasm, the criticism, the mockery. Day after day. I was not safe. When I left, I left for good. I walked away and became invisible. I changed my name. I hid myself among strangers. My looks, my job. Everything changed. The day he knocked on my door, I just had to get rid of him. The strangers understood. The cops are still looking for him. He’s in the Madden’s crypt, in Mrs. Madden’s coffin. He’ll be safe there… or not!
RICHARD
Uncle Simeon
We were clearing out Uncle Simeon’s house after he passed. To say he was a bit of a hoarder was something of an understatement. The whole house was crammed to the rafters with junk.
Well, most of it was junk.
There were a couple of antiques, here and there, but nothing of any real value.
Oh, and there was a safe.
An old-fashioned, solid steel affair that defied all our attempts to open it.
In the end, we took it to a blacksmith, who cut it open with an oxy-acetylene torch.
Of course, it was crammed full of junk!
PLANET Z
The realtor told me to get a fireproof safe for important documents, so I bought the most sturdy and reliable safe with an ironclad warranty and guarantee.
Then I dropped all my important documents in there… my mortgage, my insurance plan, all my medical stuff for tax purposes.
And I locked it up.
Problem is, I’ve forgotten the passcode on it.
And I left the emergency keys inside.
The safecracker I hired can’t bust it open.
I’d call the company to get a technician out, but their number is written on the warranty.
Which is locked inside of the safe.