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Altered Fates: Drop off
By R. C. Conrad
Lenny Wornick ran down the deserted alley, clutching a mass of jewelry to
his heaving chest.
"Stupid old man," he mumbled to himself. "Should have at least had an
alarm in that store. Some of this stuff looks like it is worth something."
Lenny pulled up short at the sound of a police siren. Night was falling
and that was good for him. All he needed to do was find a place to hole up until
it was fully dark. Hopefully, he glanced around looking for a likely place. A
smile crept across his face as he spotted a Salvation Army donation box. He
hadn't slipped into one of those since he was a kid.
Trotting over to the large, green box, he approached the donation slot and
gave it a quick appraisal. It was going to be tight, but he wasn't that much
bigger than he was a few years ago. Quickly, he stuffed his pockets with the
mass of jewelry he had grabbed from the smashed display case.
One leap was all it took. He wedged his head and shoulders through the
slot and pulled himself into the box by dint of sheer muscle power. Once inside
he fell a few feet onto an almost comfortable cushion of bagged and loose
clothing. Turning over, he made himself a little more comfortable, cursing the
person who threw a toaster into the donation box.
Fishing around in his pants pocket produced a lighter and Lenny began
sorting through his stolen goods. The store advertised itself as an antique
shop, but it also had a case for jewelry. Lenny knew the owner was usually the
only person there, and it didn't take more than three punches to disable the old
man. Then it was just a matter of busting the case and scooping out the old
jewelry.
One by one he inspected the watches and necklaces. A few would sell right
away, and few looked like trash. There was one fat necklace with a medallion; in
the dim light Lenny thought it might be gold. Now this would look good swinging
around his own neck. Grinning to himself, he threw it on over his head.
Putting the lighter away, Lenny put the jewelry he thought he could sell
later in one pocket. The rest he just let fall into the donation box. Leaning
back, Lenny relaxed in his little hidden nest.
Some time later Lenny awoke with a start. He had fallen asleep and didn't
know where he was for a moment. He didn't know what had awakened him, so he lay
there quietly listening for noise. Thinking back he could swear he felt an
electric shock pass through him.
"Must be static, " he thought.
Struggling to sit up he fished in his pocket for his lighter again.
Pulling it out, he flicked it into life and used it to inspect his watch. It was
almost 9:30 at night. He had slept for over 4 hours. Easy enough now to slip out
of his hiding space and get to his fence and get rid of this crap. Just as Lenny
was about to extinguish his lighter he saw his watch slowly slide down and come
to rest with the watch face pointed straight down.
"Must have lost some weight," he mumbled to himself.
Putting out the lighter, he felt for the buckle and tightened it up one
notch. That accomplished he flicked the lighter back on and inspected his
handiwork. Soon enough he'd have some money, and buy a new watch, maybe even a
Rolex.
The hackles stood up on the back of his neck as his watch slid around his
wrist to hang at the low spot of the band.
"I've got to get out of here, " he said out loud. "Something screwy is
going on and I don't want no part of it."
Standing up, he reached for the lip of the opening. It seemed much higher,
almost out of reach. His shoes felt loose and sloppy on his feet, his pants too
large in the waist and too tight in the hips, his shirt much too large
everywhere but the chest, where it was beginning to pinch him.
With a strangled shriek he tried to leap for the opening, now visibly
inching further away from him. His fingers found momentary purchase on the lip
of the drop slot, but he lost what tenuous grasp he had as he noticed how his
hands had become much more slender and sadly, much weaker.
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Sheila Barnes walked through the doors to the women's shelter. She had
received the call from the precinct house at her office in the department of
social services. One of their patrol cars had found an abandoned person and the
case required emergency priority.
Sheila introduced herself to the person on duty at the front desk and
asked to speak to the shelter director, a woman named Georgia Gelbart. By early
morning the women and children who took shelter in the evenings had all been
ushered out the doors in order for the staff to clean the shelter for the next
night's occupants. Thus, Sheila waited alone.
Shortly, the receptionist came back to the desk and buzzed Sheila through
the staff door. After giving her directions to the shelter director's office the
receptionist returned to the front desk.
Sheila found her way down the short hall to the director's office. The
director, a short rumpled woman dressed casually in jeans and sweatshirt
welcomed her and invited her to sit. Sheila smiled and accepted, she had dealt
with Georgia many times in her career and enjoyed the company of someone so
dedicated to helping the less fortunate.
"So Georgia, what can you tell me about our Jane Doe?" Sheila asked.
"Not all that much I'm afraid, Sheila. The local precinct house brought
her in. She was found by one of their patrol cars in a charity donation box of
all places. They took her back to the emergency room for a rape exam, which
turned up negative thank God. Then after checking for a match in their missing
persons reports, they brought her here. The staff on duty last night reported
that she was extremely upset when she arrived and became almost frantic when
they tried to help her into a nightgown. They finally had to let her sleep in
her clothing. She didn't have any ID on her and can't tell us her full name or
much of anything. We think her name is Lana."
Sheila shook her head. She had seen this before and while it no longer
upset her greatly, it always disturbed her. "Do you think she is another drop
off?"
Georgia gave Sheila a grim smile, "Most likely, yes."
Sheila nodded her head. "Alright then, I assume she's still here?"
Georgia nodded her head.
"Show me to her, please."
Georgia got up and led the way to a small kitchen. Another staff person
was washing up dishes and a young woman sat at the kitchen table. She was
wearing a sweatshirt over a hospital gown and slippers.
"I'm afraid the police kept her clothing. They are no longer investigating
this as a rape, but they are considering this an abandonment case." Georgia
explained.
After scanning the room briefly, the young woman focused on Georgia and
Sheila, eyeing them apprehensively.
She was short, with shoulder length blonde hair, cornflower blue eyes and
a decidedly curvy body, evident even through her baggy clothing.
Sheila pulled out a chair and sat down, talking to the young woman in a
soothing voice, "Hi there. My, you're a pretty young lady. My name is Sheila,
what's yours?"
The young woman looked at Sheila with a vacant stare for a moment, then
uncertainly pointed at her chest. "Lahnah." She said. Then, more forcefully,
"Lahanah."
Sheila smiled, "Oh, Lana is such a pretty name. And you're such a pretty
girl. I'm here to help find a place for you to stay until we can find a home
for you."
Sheila stood up and walked over to Georgia. In a hushed voice she said,
"It's pretty obvious that Lana is profoundly retarded. With her looks it's a
wonder that she didn't get raped. I don't know if she climbed into that drop box
or was forced in by her caregiver. No matter, we will find out who did this and
proceed with legal charges. In the mean time do you have any clothing for Lana?
I have a spot in a respite program until we can get public aid started for our
young Ms. Doe."
Meanwhile, Lana had walked over to the staff member washing dishes and was
insisting in a loud voice, "Lahnah! Lahnah! Lahnah!"
The Salvation Army worker emptying the donation box was surprised to see
so much jewelry in the donations. It all looked old though. Someone had probably
died and nobody wanted this stuff. Curiously, she picked up a piece of jewelry
from the pile. No wonder, if all of it was as cheap as this amulet with the
angel on it. With a shrug she threw the amulet in a small box in the truck and
continued loading the donations.
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