30 May

Gary Sandwell had been relieved that the day had finally ended. It had been busy at the computer store where he’d worked. Shoppers had flocked in droves that day to get the newest equipment and latest improvements. The entire Yorkshire Mall in fact, had been extremely busy. As a result, the store had achieved very high sales figures. Being the Assistant Manager had meant that he’d been entitled to a share of the profits if they reached their monthly quota and thanks to that day’s activities, they’d been well on their way.

John Martin—one of the full-time employees—had drawn the doors closed after the last of the customers had walked out with their purchase. The rest of the staff had exchanged looks of gratitude. They’d been happy because it had been a Friday night and they had planned a night of drinking, dancing, and womanizing. The plans had been made a week in advance and thanks to that day’s sales, they had something else to celebrate.

He’d been in the middle of closing the cash register and calculating the day’s totals when the doors had reopened and a young attractive Asian lady had walked in. He remembered it as though it had happened yesterday; her long dark hair, button nose; the playful twinkle in her brown eyes. Gary had looked up from his computer terminal and been taken aback by the sight of her.

Akiko had looked stunning, dressed in a white button-down blouse, black leather overcoat with matching gloves and formfitting skirt. Her ebony knee-high boots and matching purse had added a striking elegance. She’d smiled at him as their eyes met, then sauntered to counter, leaned in and kissed him lovingly on the lips. He’d returned the affection but had been a little surprised because she had not been factored into his plans for the evening. His plans had often not included her, though he was ashamed to say why.

She must have recognized the look on his face because she’d taken a step back and with that same playful smile had asked, “Did you forget what today is?”

“What’s today?” he remembered asking hesitantly.

“It’s our six month anniversary,” she’d informed him.

“Six month anniversary?”

“Yes, we started dating six months ago so I thought we would do something special tonight.”

“Six month anniversary,” he’d repeated. “People don’t celebrate six month anniversaries. People celebrate anniversaries in years, not months.”

Noticing that she’d been about to speak, he’d continued quickly. “Plus, I was going out with the guys tonight.”

A single tear had started down her cheek and she’d quickly wiped it away with one gloved hand before turning aside to hide the river that had started to flow. He remember that it had tugged at his heart, but foolishly he’d thought that they would have other nights together.

“Akiko,” he remembered pleading.

She’d not reply and as he’d tried again she’d started towards the door. He’d ran from behind the counter and upon reaching her, had attempted to turn her around. She’d resisted at first but when she’d finally relented he’d seen the tears freely flowing down her face. He remembered thinking at that moment that she was being silly and overreacting.

With her head hung low she’d said quietly. “I just thought…”

She’d not finish the sentence because fresh runnels had added to the ones that had already been there.

“Look, I’m sorry,” he’d said. “I’ve already made plans.”

“It’s okay,” she’d murmured through her sobs, and had reached up to kiss him quickly on the lips. Then she’d turned and walked away.

Gary had watched her leave before turning to the members of his staff. He’d smiled and rolled his eyes. This had drawn snickers from his team and had given him the satisfaction of showing them that she loved him; that he could do what he wanted when he wanted; a selfish bravado and callous nonchalance.

He’d not known it at the time, but the events of that night would lead to a pivotal moment in his life. Now years later, as he sat behind his desk at the precinct and reflected on it once more, he wished that he had spent the evening with her. Wish that he’d not been so selfish and afraid; wish that he’d told her how he’d felt instead of acting like he hadn’t cared, simply for the benefit of his employees.

With a sigh, he picked up the manila envelope once more. The red stenciled lettering indicating that it was a Cold Case brought an ache to his heart and he longed to hear her voice again. As he opened it, he prayed as he had so often in the past that this time something inside would lead him to the person who’d taken her life that night.


Posted by on May 30, 2017 in Short Stories


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5 responses to “MOMENTS IN TIME

  1. pennygadd51

    May 30, 2017 at 6:06 pm

    I liked the story, but only gave it three stars because of the editing. It wasn’t quite coherent. For example, what colour was her purse? And, although it’s a clever idea to imply that considerable time has elapsed at the end, and that he has changed careers, I didn’t feel that you quite pulled it off.
    I hope the criticism is helpful – you do seem to invite it with the rating widget at the top of the page.
    Good luck!

    • Sylvester Pilgrim

      May 30, 2017 at 9:40 pm

      @pennygadd51, Thank you very much for the feed back. As for the colour of her purse, I’ll consider making some changes so that it will be more clear. I can also see how the time lapse can be missed. I didn’t want to enter a time break but you comments are food for thought and some more editing is in order.

      Thanks again for reading my work, and I really appreciate the feedback.

  2. P.R.A. Blogs

    May 31, 2017 at 12:23 pm

    Reblogged this on Phoenix Rising Art Blog and commented:
    Keep sharing Sylvester!

  3. vishalbheeroo

    June 2, 2017 at 6:43 am

    It broke the heart. The story touched the heart and the narrative makes it so real, inject the right emotions. An amazing story.

    • Sylvester Pilgrim

      June 2, 2017 at 7:10 am

      @vishalbherroo, Thank you very much. I’m am happy to hear that it made an impression on you.


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