Her coughing fit finished, the woman slide the coffee cup away with disgust to avoid a repeat of her blunder. It made a loud sound as it scraped to sit against the metal basket. Her hamburger was half finished and her fries were mostly eaten saved for one or two left pieces too small to bother with, the Pepsis was half done as well and even despite the bad taste of the coffee, there at a least a quarter gone. Over all it wasn’t as bad as it could be. An afterthought she placed the waitress’s card into the front page of her notebook, safe to access later on when she reached a pay phone. Someone else’s mechanic was better than none at all. Besides there was something important, much more urgent to attend to that were impossible to put off though she had already more than she wanted. As much as she would have loved to, it was already haunting her soul and affected her in ways that she rather not think about.
Who could have predicted she would come to this cultural dust ball? She sighed inside, knowing the truth why she had come and the reasons it was important she stay only long enough to finish up. Rach hated this place, more than she should but it didn’t endear her when her car broke down here in the first place.
The cop/detective or whatever he was, there something in her mind that screamed detective but he was tired enough to be a cop, moved catching her attention. His feet sounds told the story of long sleepless shifts with caffeine; it wasn’t as hard to guess his affliction: overworked and likely under paid. If Rach was a more sympatric and trusting person, she would have helped him out with a kind word or a slightly more fun late night activity. Oh well, Rach couldn’t help but watch another tall handsome guy-even if he looked like he been ran over by a bus- walk out of the diner. Maybe if there was a next she might, unlikely though.
There was that feeling, a shiver and uncomfortable realization that someone was watching all too closely to assume it was anything less than harmless. The spiders of dread danced about her back, Rach tried in vain to wave it off of her back. No one in here was watching her. To be certain, the woman rotated her eyes about the diner at its occupants: two people, a Indian guy and miss dusty traveler, flirted clear as day; the bicyclist by himself, she kept her mind clearer than before; the waitress buzzed about another recent arrival, they seemed to catch up; and finally a cook, hid in the back fixing the food.
Rach turned her head to the side, viewing the window next for answers but there wasn’t anyone. The scene was just as it always been an outside view of the town, nothing special and nothing strange to make her think otherwise. Still another woman-dressed like a slutty punk, even Racheli wasn’t that over advertising about her lust- waltz right in, her comments about it being cold made Rach reply with a mental Duh. It was hard to determine what was wrong but something felt out of place, like walking into a department store without background noise. It hit her like a bolt of lightning: sound.
Besides the chatter of the diner’s customers, there was not a single sound of the outside world. Even if there were no cars, animals would have been singing their songs into the night skies yet it was silent as a tomb. Impossible, there was nothing to stop Mother Nature from her ways and even mankind failed on that mostly. She wasn’t the first to note the absence and the cook pulled fruitlessly at the door, instinctively Rach wrapped her sketch book into her jacket moved to the seat edge. It seemed that made him search for an exit and farther pushed Rach into an ease. He wanted answers…shit it reminded her of the super natural crap and it better not be.
She hoped it was just a lame human mistake on the cook's part as she picked herself up and headed to the door. There was the money for the meal under the hamburger plate, incase she forgot, and a seven buck tip for Jeanie. Yeah most people left a few bucks or nothing at all but she didn't take offence to Rach's mood, a plus in the artist's book. Her hand wrapped about to open it. Nothing. Rach jerked it once, twice and a third for kicks. Still it remained shut, unmovable caused the woman to try shoving her foot into the glass. It looked easy to break, fragile and not very thick that a foot should easily smash it into pieces. All it made was a big thump while the door was unaffected. This caused Racheli to glare at it and kicked it a second time, her teeth bared at the stubborn door.
“What the hell? Okay who ever screwed with the door please fix it?” Racheli blared out in her anger. She didn’t plan on staying the night in some freaking diner.