Promise Me This
Superphantom week Day 1: Past
Jack pulled wide the bedsheets he and Maddie had hung across the front window, confirming with the glance that the ancient Chevy outside was stalled for them.
“Maddie! Maddie honey! I think he’s here,” Jack called backwards into a near-barren house. A single couch, second-hand from a pawn shop, sat in the corner of a would-be living room. The rest of the house was nothing more than exposed flooring, open cabinets, and piles upon piles of boxes–most of which glowed an unhealthy green.
Maddie poked her head around the corner and smoothed her hands over her thick moosed hair. It did little to tame the wild curls corkscrewing off her head, but she did manage to free one of the hoop earrings entangled in her chestnut hair.
“Straighten up Dear. He’s a client. Look professional,” Maddie said with a stiff smile.
A knock on the door drew their attention. Jack, the closer of the two, opened wide the faded oak door and greeted their customer with a smile.
“Fenton and Klepper Inventions! We’re sorry for the mess inside–please, come in. John, right?”
The man nodded without much of a glance at Jack. Thick, dark stubble coated his chin. His face looked ancient–drawn and wrinkled, dark bags beneath both eyes. A stony, business-like air followed him like a stench.
His eyes immediately took to surveying the new house, to the corners, scanning the walls, lingering on the boxes. After a few seconds’ of pause, he passed over the threshold, one hand out to Maddie.