He was in the middle of a new book when the bell on the door jingled. He had been working at the bookstore for over a week and new the routine all too well.
"Welcome to Table Of Contents, if there's anything I can help you find, just let me know," he stated, not even taking his eyes off the page in front of him.
"Jack?" He turned, frowning when he saw the person who had walked through the doors.
"Samantha." He looked back at his book, continuing to read. "What are you doing here?"
"Looking for a book. This is a bookstore isn't it?"
He nodded. "Sorry, we're all sold out of Dating For Dummies."
Samantha shook her head, rolling her eyes as she walked towards the many racks of books. "Oh? You buy the last copy?"
"Of course. I can't remember anything so I have to---you know, read up on the subject." Another customer walked up to the register and Jack smiled, taking the book from the man and ringing it through. "12.99," he stated, reading the price to the man.
"Relationship problems?" the man asked, handing him the money and glancing over towards Samantha.
"We're not in a relationship."
"Oh. Could of sworn by the way that you two were bickering, that you were atleast dating---if not married." The man shook his head, taking the bag Jack held out to him. "What do I know though? Thank you."
"Thank you, sir." Jack watched the door as the man left. He caught a glimpse of the movie theater across the street and felt familiarity pulling at him. Before he knew it, he was standing and moving to the door so that he could get a clearer view.
"What are you staring at?" Samantha whispered, inches behind him.
Jack shrugged, he wasn't absolutely sure of what he was looking at. "The movie theater, across the street." He closed his eyes for a moment and saw the same scene only at night and he was standing outside the building---walking towards them.
"Jack? Jack, what's wrong?"
His eyes flashed open and he spun around, staring at her. "What happened here?"
Samantha frowned, looking confused. "What do you mean?"
"Something happened here. Something involving you. I can't remember the event but---I remember parts of it. I remember that theater, I remember you--on the floor, in a pool of blood. Tell me, Samantha. I want to know."
"No you don't," she whispered, she pushed the book that she had been holding, into his hands and brushed past him, leaving the bookstore in a rush.
To Be Continued...
"Welcome to Table Of Contents, if there's anything I can help you find, just let me know," he stated, not even taking his eyes off the page in front of him.
"Jack?" He turned, frowning when he saw the person who had walked through the doors.
"Samantha." He looked back at his book, continuing to read. "What are you doing here?"
"Looking for a book. This is a bookstore isn't it?"
He nodded. "Sorry, we're all sold out of Dating For Dummies."
Samantha shook her head, rolling her eyes as she walked towards the many racks of books. "Oh? You buy the last copy?"
"Of course. I can't remember anything so I have to---you know, read up on the subject." Another customer walked up to the register and Jack smiled, taking the book from the man and ringing it through. "12.99," he stated, reading the price to the man.
"Relationship problems?" the man asked, handing him the money and glancing over towards Samantha.
"We're not in a relationship."
"Oh. Could of sworn by the way that you two were bickering, that you were atleast dating---if not married." The man shook his head, taking the bag Jack held out to him. "What do I know though? Thank you."
"Thank you, sir." Jack watched the door as the man left. He caught a glimpse of the movie theater across the street and felt familiarity pulling at him. Before he knew it, he was standing and moving to the door so that he could get a clearer view.
"What are you staring at?" Samantha whispered, inches behind him.
Jack shrugged, he wasn't absolutely sure of what he was looking at. "The movie theater, across the street." He closed his eyes for a moment and saw the same scene only at night and he was standing outside the building---walking towards them.
"Jack? Jack, what's wrong?"
His eyes flashed open and he spun around, staring at her. "What happened here?"
Samantha frowned, looking confused. "What do you mean?"
"Something happened here. Something involving you. I can't remember the event but---I remember parts of it. I remember that theater, I remember you--on the floor, in a pool of blood. Tell me, Samantha. I want to know."
"No you don't," she whispered, she pushed the book that she had been holding, into his hands and brushed past him, leaving the bookstore in a rush.
To Be Continued...