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Fricker Drive – Convenient Incidents (15/84)

Fricker Drive
Guess Where We’re Going

Fricker Drive

After sitting vacant for weeks on end, the Flannigan household and property are seized by a local bank and put up for auction. A guy who recently moved into the neighborhood, one Mister Hilter Odolf Williamson, snags the house for a hell of a deal and moves in right away. He originally came to Fricker Drive to live with his Mother, but taking care of her proved to be a full time job and he hardly had enough time to write out his research reports (which is the only reason he could afford the house in the first place), so he hired a hospice nurse for her and moved himself down the road. Having the second house is nice – especially because if and when he gets around to starting a general psychotherapy practice, he can use the living room to host his patients – and Hilter can’t imagine why the family would just up and abandon the place, but so be it. Hilter’s never been one to turn away a gift from the Universe.

One day a few weeks later, Hilter decides to do a little digging into the disappearance of the Flannigans. He doesn’t find much – they seemed like a normal family; had two kids, the mom stayed at home, the dad worked in a warehouse on Melanie Queen Road over in the industrial park on the other side of the reservoir down the road – but after going to the beach, they just vanished. There were some rumors that the police were called about an older brother who may have gotten abducted, ‘Another missing older brother…’ but the rumors were never confirmed.

“Could something strange be happening to the families living on Fricker Drive?” Hilter Odolf wonders aloud to himself. Then, he shakes his head. “No, stop it now. That’s just the schizophrenia talking and you know it, Hilter. They probably had their reasons for leaving; I can’t imagine the man’s warehouse job paid enough to afford living here, the taxes are outrageous.”

Before he closes the browser and shuts his laptop down for the evening, Hilter finds a picture of the Flannigan’s beach camp with a couple cops and a dude with a dog – the dude’s wearing a business suit on the beach for some reason, how odd – standing around it. He notices a small glass bottle with a picture of a little boy on it lying beside a fat book sitting on one of the Flannigan’s beach chairs. That bottle sticks out to him – although he doesn’t know why, Hilter decides to download the picture and save it on his hard drive. Maybe it’s nothing, but maybe it’s something.

But it’s probably nothing.

Hilter goes to bed early. When he wakes up in the morning, he can remember having a dream about five humanoid figures – they were just shadows, or shades, more accurately. Four of them were in holding hands in a circle and the fifth was standing in the middle. He didn’t know who they were, as they had no physical features at all – none that Hilter could discern, anyway – and he got the funniest feeling that the one in the middle was trying to tell him something, or perhaps even warn him.

But that would just be silly, wouldn’t it? Dreams aren’t always prophetic, after all; sometimes dreams are just dreams, and Hilter can be very paranoid when he wants to be.

Oh well, no matter – Hilter’s got a lot of work to do today, and that’s after he visits his Mother. It’s a big ol’ world out there, and Mister Williamson has no time to play childish mind games with himself. He feeds his new cat, a little tuxedo fuzzball named Fluffy (she came with the house, he couldn’t bear to send her off to a shelter) and then sets off on his daily walk up the woodsy road called Fricker Drive.


Hello Commons, this has been the last subchapter of the third story from Convenient Incidents, an anthology of fifteen interconnected short stories which revolve around a man by the name of Hilter Odolf Williamson.

Convenient Incidents is part of the Third Spiral, an anthology of sorts called The Here and Now which is comprised of stories told from the various planes of Existence.

Convenient Incidents is available to read for free in its entirety on my website. Click here to check it out.

I’ve written a few other books, too. Click here to see the list.

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Be well Commons~

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