The Getaway

I am a little sad and a little relieved that this challenge is almost over. In one sense I am relieved because I am going to have to hit the books (school started last week) and fitting in both is not going to be easy. I am sad too because I have enjoyed flexing my creative muscles. I think that the habit of blogging all of this time has made me realize how much I do enjoy it and I know that I will definitely be doing this a lot more regularly than I had in the past.  I also have a book written by an incredibly inspiring man that I am thinking that I want to base another writing challenge around. I am not sure when I am going to do that but I will definitely put it on the calendar for sometime this year.  Anyway, enough rambling...here is day 25 of the 31 day writing challenge.

Prompt (Random First Line): There had been many theories about how she had been murdered

There had been many theories about how she had been murdered but none of them was right since she wasn’t even dead. Rene closed the paper, reached up and smoothed her straight black hair, and thought about the article. So everyone still thought she was dead, this was good. It also looked like the police was convinced it was a murder, this was an unfortunate side effect to her plan, but it was too late to go back now. She knew that what she was doing was what had to be done but it didn’t stop that pain that she felt or the pain she was causing. She had gotten in over her head and the best way to protect everyone was to simply disappear. Hopefully, those that she had been involved with were as convinced of her death as the police. She hadn’t heard any whispers that they were looking but she had to be diligent. Stay under the radar, this is what was important. She picked up her bag and headed to the car. Like everything else in her life right now, the car was plain, generic, and completely forgettable. She headed south, knowing that she needed to put distance between her and her old life. She just had to be black haired Rene Johnson until she got to St. Louis. Once she got there, she could pick up her next identity. She hated burning through so many identities but she knew that the constant change was important if she wanted to stay safe. Getting on the highway, she had a feeling this was not going to be the last time she saw New Jersey. The trip was long and on the surface uneventful. She had the nagging feeling that there was something that wasn’t right but she wasn’t being followed. She made sure that when she checked on her old life, she did it from public places that would be hard to trace. The police seemed to be unable to determine a motive but had several suspects for her alleged murder. She knew whom she hoped they nailed it on but she figured the case would go cold. Trying to read between the lines, she didn’t see any murmurs that she was alive. The tricky part was when she hacked into the email accounts. Lots of messages but nothing that caused alarm for her, on the surface maybe it was the lack of reaction that was causing the unease and sleepless nights. Logging off the computer, she returned to her car and sat. She had a couple of more hours until she got to St. Louis and she was tired. Deciding that she wanted to try for sleep, she found motel and checked into a room. Setting up a few safety precautions as soon as she got in the room, she took a hot shower, and lay on the bed. Turning on her disposable cell, she heard the chime associated with a text message and her heart stopped. Reading the message she felt her blood run cold and finally had her answer, they knew she wasn’t dead and the hunt was on.