Solo Noir/basic survival & the importance of relevance (edjmmusechron)

 

I guess world events of recent are keeping the spies of the world busy; Jörn has been away  —he has hardly, if at all, contacted me, and his old excuses seem empty these days.... so maybe it is time for some honesty with myself: I have been fooling myself; believing more can come of things and ....due to my feral instincts, instead of waiting for the inevitable, I now consider possible places to start another chapter. so caught up in thoughts I must not have been as observant as I should have been and making scenarios of plans in my mind, thinking of what or where to go next as.... even I know things are not stable anywhere 

still.... how can it all just be his stressful job? a spy openly after something he believes I have— never mind that he has never promised anything nor even suggested there ever could be a promise....so perhaps it is I am just not relevant to him 

....which is what was going on in my mind and why I was not as observant as I might have been. It was on my way to the bedroom in search of my phone to look something up about possible destinations to move to, and after I find my phone where I left it beside the bed, I leave the bedroom and head to the stairs to go back to the kitchen where I left the laptop to do some work on the computer—I’m not sure if it was the oddness of the sound that caught my attention.... the trash bins outside.... as it is not the day for it. It seemed to carry oddly an irregular tone. 

And just stepping outside the bedroom door I hear it and freeze stock-still.

And then, it was just by chance that I see! — something catches my eye— it was the shocking sudden image as it was reflected off the glass of the barn’s wall-sized window plate .... I see someone in plain sight outside on the grounds by the house! It is someone there or —is it just shadows I see moving....? no, I look more carefully at it as it moves slowly—yes, a man that is!.... it is now more clear as the clouds shift revealing from shadow, an actual image reflected on the glass quite sharp, a darkly clothed figure. I reach for my phone, take a shot of the reflection.... then pull close to view him; heavy set, muscular. And now notice my phone only has 5% charge ....with fingers now trembling, enlarge more, he’s wearing a mask; a full-faced one, not the friendly kind —and dressed completely in black—and drawing a dramatic, if not stunning contrast against the white outside from the fresh foot of snow from the recent storm ....and lending a very clear and a very present, uneasy awareness of the very deserted stillness ....which surrounds the vicinity. In situations like this, a drawback to living in the rural mountains 

I force myself into action when it occurs to me he is on his way to the patio door! time to move and fast! 

I go down the steps, taking extreme care to stay hidden from the window’s line of view and hide behind pieces of furniture as I make my way in the direction of the kitchen. 

I reach the pantry just as I hear the side door click and then slide open, and blocking out the pounding of my pulse in my head, manage to quietly unlatch the trap door and make it through, quickly closing it to fast, bolt it and jump through 

I land in a box on the conveyor belt as I feel my phone vibrating

 —and then it goes dead ....