In six paragraphs you may be disturbed. Throughout the story you’ll wonder if the guy will get the girl. Somewhere in between you will have fallen into my trap.
Bill Harmond was an unassuming guy, the sort of guy who kept to himself by keeping his nose out of your business. In fact, if there was one thing about Bill that wasn’t unassuming it’s that he assumed you really didn’t want him in your business. Fact is, everyone wanted Bill Harmond to get into their business—everyone.
Especially Donna Nichols.
“Good morning Mr. Harmond,” she said as the quiet man entered the room full of cubicles.
“Good morning,” he answered back with his usual friendly smile. He hoisted his duffel bag onto the adjoining counter as he did every morning when turning in the previous night’s work. Donna felt the bulging bag. “My goodness. You went over quota again. The chief will be very happy. How many did you get this time?”
“Six. I was feeling a little ambitious.” He poured two cups of black coffee, putting one in front of her. Its soothing aroma gave her a smile. She turned and gave the smile to Bill. She hoped he would ask her out, but he just smiled—like always. He sometimes seemed on the edge of asking her—wasn’t he interested? But he never did. She asked him about it once. Bill always assumed she wouldn’t be interested in someone like him. Bill, as friendly and unassuming as he was, after all, told her he was sure he was just an average guy.
Even if he was the best serial killer the company ever had. Continue reading