Haunt Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours [as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.] Any one of your characters to any one of mine.
// This was when it was Catcher. I had an idea //
She was putting the youngest into bed when her phone went off.
“Your phone mommy!” The little girl said, making grabby hands as if the device were hers to fix.
“I’ve got it sweetheart, you just get some rest.” Jewel smiled and dropped a kiss on her forehead, smoothing her daughter’s hair. It was returned, and an entreaty was made for the latest stuffed company -- this one a rabbit -- to get a kiss too. Happy to oblige, if was only after this and when all lights were out, save the moon nightlight, that she pulled the door to and took her phone out of her pocket.
The tone had been a special one--one she only used for a certain kind of google alert. Already a headache was starting. It intensified when she saw what the source was. A top gossip blog, one she had dealt with numerous times already, his name in bold, and no telling what would come after.
Jewel checked the time -- still too early, even this late, for her husband to be home. She went to the kitchen, debating between coffee to stay up and wait for him, or tea to help relax her. She decided on ginger and mint tea, hoping it would help with this migraine before it could evolve into a stronger form. After it had steeped she dared herself to click the blog post and pull up the whole thing.
“Catcher Foxx caught drinking in New Orleans Bar after rehab stint!” posted 17 minutes ago. It was a blog post from a “local source” with a grainy picture. She squinted at it, and sighed.
Jewel took a sip of the coffee, wincing as it was still too hot, and put it down. She copied the link, opened up her contacts, and sent it to someone marked “Housekeeping”. Then, she pulled up paypal. She sent the agreed upon fee for a “scrub”, and picked up her tea again, heading to the sitting room for her favorite chair and a romance novel that had steamier sex scenes that the last two she had read, thank god.
It was probably twenty minutes later when she got the text. It just said “Done.”
She did what she always did and checked the link again. It said 404 not found. She googled his name. Nothing new popped up. Nothing except the article from a week ago that said he was taking time off for health reasons. A few keyword searches turned up nothing.
She didn’t need a new purse or pair of shoes anyway. Money put to good use.
So Jewel sipped her tea, opened her book, and tried to think about the present, not the past.
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s-u-f-j-a-n-s-t-e-v-e-n-s
gummygunk
theartofmadeline
yousharknotpass
pixelskylines
tangentwithtanner
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