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The Boring Dangerous Man
Janus felt a yawn approaching. Still, she did her best to stifle this intrusion. She didn't want to appear to be rude, even if her date was not helping the situation.
“So what do you think?” Joey Smith sheepishly squeaked.
“That’s interesting,” she lied, “Never knew how exciting stamp collecting can be.”
“I’m glad you like that story,” Joey replied. “Will you excuse me; nature's calling.”
“Oh sure, go ahead. We’ll talk more.”
Meekly, Joey smiled at her, then headed off to the restroom.
The moment he entered the restroom, Janus let out a sigh that could’ve cooled the café mocha-double espresso in front of her.
During their chat, Janus was devising a way to get out of this date. Her friend set her up on it, believing they were an ideal match. But, Janus was attracted to a certain breed of men: the rough, mysterious, daring, and dangerous. In other words, someone who didn't get a thrill out of a rare, 1830 misprinted stamp from strange not-so-exotic place.
With Joey preoccupied, Janus saw her chance; she gathered her jacket and purse and prepared to flee the coffee house - and this date – for good.
“You’re leaving,” he said when he saw that she had her purse and jacket in hand. “I guess things didn’t go well, I’m sorry.”
He pulled out the Faith Diamond Necklace: “I wanted to give you this."
But, fate intervened; the door swung open and three detectives entered.
“Excuse me,” one said to the patrons, “We’re looking for a dangerous criminal who is known to frequent this area. He goes by several aliases: Jacques Caesar, Morton Howe, and Joey Smith."
Boring, dull Joey is dangerous? No! Janus thought. It's too common a name. Almost every other man out there called this themselves Joe (or Joey) Smith.
As she ruminated -- and eventually dismissed -- the absurd notion that Joey was more than a bore, police officers began to file in after the detectives had entered.
Immediately, the fanned out and started interrogating the patrons.
This person they are looking for must really be dangerous, she thought.
One officer approached Janus.
“Miss,” he said, as he held picture of Joey to Janus, “Does this man look familiar to you?”
“What is he wanted for?”
“He is suspected of stealing the Faith Diamond Necklace from the museum last night. Please, miss, take a long hard look at him.”
She did as she was told. Sure enough, there was boring Joey’s mug.
She pondered for a moment on affirming his identity to the cops, but instead she answered with: “I’ve never seen him here.”
Without any leads, the men left as quickly as they arrived. At the moment of their departure, Joey returned.
“You’re leaving?” he said, crestfallen when he saw that she had her purse and jacket in hand. “I guess things didn’t go well, I’m sorry.”
He pulled out the Faith Diamond Necklace: “I wanted to give you this.”
Janus’ eyes brightened as a wry smile crossed her face.
“So tell me more about your collections.” She added. “My place if you don’t mind.”
Other Flash Fiction Stories from the Author
- Changing of the Muse
Timothy Worth always had a muse, but lately she has been anything but inspiring for him. But Timothy doesn't have to look far to find a new one, as well as a new direction in his writing.
- A Gnome Laments
Alone, guarding the master's garden, a gnome watches life go on despite his vigilance. And he yearns to to join it.
- A Problem with Cupid
Cupid has a problem. And that problem is made apparent when he makes a critical mistake. Also, including with this story is a Senryu about the winged cherub and his mission of love.
© 2015 Dean Traylor