“Her wallet, her phone, her glasses,” Anna said. “She would never leave her apartment without those things. I’m calling 9-1-1.”
“Wait,” Dean said. “Perhaps something came up suddenly and she left in a hurry. We should give her some time. She’ll probably show up.”
“Where’s her cat?” Anna asked.
“Maybe the cat got out and she ran chasing after it. That would explained why she left all of her stuff behind,” Dean said.
Anna heard a sound coming from the bathroom, opened the door and an angry cat came running out. “Any other theories,” she asked Dean. “I’m calling the police.”
Dean grabbed Anna’s arm. “No you’re not,” he said.
“Let go of me,” Anna screamed. “Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do. She’s your girlfriend, Dean. Aren’t you concerned?”
“Of course I’m worried,” Dean said, “but I’m the boyfriend and I was the last to see her alive. That makes me the prime suspect.”
“The last to see her alive?” Anna said, a look of horror on her face. “Dean, what did you do?”
Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner from Roger Shipp. Photo credit: freephotos.cc