I previously posted the first chapter of my book “Cobwebs in Her Mind”. If you would like to check it out, click here.
I took a break from this book for some time, for many boring reasons you don’t want to hear about, but I have started working on this project once again.
In honor of this new start, I would like to share the prologue of “Cobwebs in Her Mind”. I’d love to hear your thoughts.
Jerry was all alone in the factory, just like most nights. This was the way he liked it. This was his escape from being the doting husband he would never succeed in being. He had long known his marriage was a sham. He had married a beautiful woman, whose presence filled a room, not really taking the time to know anything else about her. He was so infatuated with her beauty that within a year he was married, and within the first week found out it was the biggest mistake of his life. By the end of their first month of married life he was ready to divorce her, until she announced she was pregnant. He knew he couldn’t leave his child alone with her.
She wasn’t abusive as much as jealous. His wife must be the center of attention at all times, or else. If his child was left alone with “her majesty”, there was no telling how she would react when the child was getting more attention than herself. So he had stayed, and spent the next ten years bowing to every whim and fancy of his wife to keep her happy enough not to take it out on his daughter. When his baby had gotten old enough to stay out of the way a little more, he had begun to volunteer for the late night shifts to be able to breathe for just a little while. Now the night shifts had become his gig, and he couldn’t be happier with this arrangement. Working late meant he could pretend that he didn’t know his wife was having an affair, and he could pretend that she wasn’t sneaking drinks when she thought no one was looking. It also meant he could wait just a little longer before another round of the game he liked to call “Jerry is the worst husband ever”, which may or may not end in some random object being chunked at his head. For a drunk, his wife had a pretty good aim.
The affair didn’t really bother him as much as a husband should probably be upset by such information. Really it just meant he didn’t have to worry about her wanting him when she could forget how much she hated him. His biggest concern was how angry she could get when she was drunk. So far she only took it out on him, but he always worried about when she would start taking her drunken anger out on his beautiful little girl. He had thought about divorcing his crazy wife and trying to get full custody of his baby, but when he mentioned this to his best friend, he learned that chances were his wife would end up with custody because courts did not like to take children away from their moms. His friend was a police officer so he had some knowledge of how these things worked. That meant he would have to just keep going on this way until he could get his daughter out of the house. As long as she kept taking it out on him everything would be okay.
But for now he was alone with the quiet; his only regret, that his daughter was spending her tenth birthday alone. He would definitely have to make this up to her, perhaps with the journal she had wanted ever since she got chided for sneaking a peek at her mom’s journal. It made him sad to see his daughter trying so hard to imitate her mom just for a little approval and acceptance. He could only hope she wouldn’t immolate her mom too much.
Suddenly Jerry found his thoughts interrupted by the sound of the heavy metal door being opened from the outside. There was no reason for anyone else to be here, unless maybe Madge had left her house keys behind again. “Hey Madge, is that you?” No answer. “Who’s there?” No answer. There was no way that door opened by itself, and there was no way he had imagined the door being opened. “Whoever is there, you aren’t supposed to be here. This is a closed factory and you need to leave!” There was no sound, no indication anyone was there, or for that matter no indication anyone was leaving. Was this a robbery? Should he call the police or go investigate the situation himself? One thing was for certain, he didn’t like feeling out of control of a situation and right now he definitely did not have a grasp on any control. This loss of control also meant loss of judgment. Jerry knew himself well enough to know this, and that understanding caused him to take no action at all.
Jerry stood frozen in fear for just a moment trying to decide what to do, when a little boy, who couldn’t have been more than twelve, stepped out of the shadows. Relief spread throughout Jerry’s body as he realized the threat he had perceived did not exist. “I’m sorry young man, but you can’t be here.” Though the kid stood in front of him, he still gave no reply. “Look kid, can I help you with something? You really can’t hang out here, so either tell me what you need or leave.”
Mark had been home from work for all of 15 minutes when he got the call to come back in. No one would tell him much, just to go to the factory; there had been a break-in. Mark figured Jerry must have requested him. Jerry and Mark had been friends since they were just tadpoles, and stayed so ever since. If Jerry had been there for a break-in, he wouldn’t trust anyone but Mark to take care of it. Well, so much for sleep tonight. Jerry would just have to buy him a case of beer to make up for it.
Mark drove up and found three other men on the scene. Since when does a break-in require so many officers? Something isn’t right. He found himself moving slowly. Something told him he didn’t want to rush to discover what was going on. He took his time getting out of his car, and then paused to scan the scene around him. He knew the minute he walked up to the other officers his fears would be confirmed; he was in no hurry to hear the news his colleagues’ faces were already telling him, so instead he looked elsewhere. There wasn’t much to see, just an empty parking lot. Jerry always walked to work, so it was no surprise there were no cars. Luckily there was no one around to be nosy. The town gossips were going to be ashamed of themselves tomorrow for missing such a big piece of news. Mark finally willed himself to begin the trek across the parking lot reminding himself over and over that he was a police officer and had to act as such.
Let me know what you think. All constructive criticism is encouraged.