Ken Douglas - Gecko

Inside she found herself on the kitchen sink. She squeezed on in. She tried to turn once her rear end was through, but she slipped and landed on the tile floor with a quiet crash that echoed through the quieter house. She pushed herself up and opened the back door. Then she went straight for the refrigerator, pulled open the door and bathed the kitchen in a murky light full of hidden shadows.

“ Tupperware.” She took out a plastic container and checked the contents. “Tuna casserole.” She resealed the lid. “We’ll take this with us for later.” She took her laundry sack from Jim, dropped the leftover casserole into it.

“ Close the fridge. I found a flashlight,” he said, closing a drawer next to the sink. He turned it on as the kitchen lost the gloomy light from the refrigerator. “Let’s find the car keys and get out of here,” he whispered.

She nodded and they went through the kitchen. There was a key rack by the back door, but no keys.

“ We need shoes,” she said and he followed her out of the kitchen, through a living room. Redneck values at their finest, she thought, looking at the cheap sofa and chairs gathered around a large screen television and stereo rack. The walls were bare white, no art, no bookcases, no books. A sewing machine in the corner, positioned so the lady of the house could sew and watch the big screen while her husband lay on the couch.

Past the living room, they entered a dark hallway. He used the flashlight. The first door on the right was a bathroom, the door opposite, the master bedroom. He followed her in, lighting the way as she went to the closet and opened it. He lit it up for her as she looked through several pair of shoes, men’s and women’s. She settled on a well used pair of white tennis shoes and slipped them on her bare feet.

“ Tight, maybe a half size too small, but better than nothing.” She laced them up, then paced the bedroom twice. “They’ll do.”

“ At last.” He picked up a pair of new running shoes. “No more screaming feet. You might settle with half a size small, but I’ve been living with tight shoes for too long.” He stole a pair of running socks out of a bureau drawer and slipped them on, then the shoes. “Perfect,” he said standing.

The next door on the right opened on a second bedroom. A guest room, she supposed, and the one opposite was a bedroom turned into a sewing room. A large sewing table, with a second sewing machine, a quilting rack and piles of material filled the room. “She probably shuts herself in here while her husband drinks beer and watches football,” Jim said, “and when she has to watch with him, she has that sewing machine in the living room.”

“ I gotta pee,” she said.

“ What? Here?”

“ Can’t help it. Gotta go. Gimme the light.”

He handed her the flashlight and she went into the bathroom, closing the door after herself.

“ It’s spooky in here.” She unzipped, lowered her jeans, sat on the toilet.

“ Hurry up,” he said, from the other side of the door.

“ I’m going as fast as I can.” She finished, dried herself and flushed the toilet. She shined the light across the bathroom, illuminating the wash basin. She went to it and washed her hands, then started for the door, then she turned back toward the sink. She was thirsty.

She turned the tap back on, held the light pointed down at the sink and lowered her head, putting her mouth under the faucet. The cold water tasted good. The water at the dry cleaners had an aftertaste.

She sensed something by her cheek, the water didn’t seem to be going down the drain. She turned her head while still drinking. A gecko, less than an inch from her right cheek, its tiny beady eyes staring into her single wide right eye, was half out of the drain, clogging it and paying no attention to the water flooding around it.

She screamed.

The door burst open.

“ What is it? What’s wrong?”

“ I saw one of those geckos, coming out of the drain.” She was shaking, the flashlight was on the floor where she dropped it. He picked it up and pointed it at the sink.

“ Nothing there.”

“ I saw it. I did.” She was shaking.

“ It’s gone now,” he said.

“ What’s going on? What’s happening?”

“ Get a hold of yourself. You’ve got to keep it together, okay?”

“ Okay, okay. Just give me a second.” She caught her breath, then did a few deep breathing exercises. Part of her yoga training. “I’ll be all right now. Let’s get on with it and get out of here.”

“ Now you’re talking.” He squeezed her arm in a friendly gesture. “Let’s check out the room at the end of the hall.” The room turned out to be a den. A man’s room. Two oak chairs covered in brown fabric. A single bookcase full of magazines, no books. There was a large oak desk between the bookcase and the chairs. He went to it. The only thing in the top drawer was a forty-five automatic.

“ Does everybody in this town have one of those?” Then she saw the photo. “Hey, look at that.” She pointed and he trained the light on it.

“ Wouldn’t you just know it,” he said. It was a picture of a man and woman holding hands. The woman was wearing a blue formal and the man smiling down at her was wearing a police officer’s uniform.

“ Think it’s one of the ones from last night?” she said.

“ That would just be our luck.” He reached into the drawer to pick up the weapon, when a set of headlights swept through the window as a car pulled up in front. He flicked off the flashlight and closed the drawer. “Quick, we gotta move.”

They jumped into action.

“ Close the doors on the right,” he said, closing the door to the den as they went through it. She closed the door to the master bedroom and the guest room. He got the bathroom and the sewing room.

In the kitchen he picked up both laundry bags.

“ No time for argument. Take these, and wait behind the garage. I’m going to hide in the den till they go to sleep.” He was perspiring heavily.

“ But?”

“ Do it. I have to stay, we need those keys. And get that screen out of sight.” He forced the laundry bags into her hand and herded her toward the back door. “Wait for me, with luck I won’t be too long.” Her lips were quivering, he brushed the hair out of her eyes. “I’ll be okay,” he said. “I’ve had a lot of training. They’ll never know I’m here.”

She dropped the laundry bags and grabbed him behind the head with both hands. She felt his surprise as she pulled him to her lips and gave him a passionate kiss, full of longing and promise. She broke the kiss and picked up the laundry bags with trembling hands.

“ I’ll wait for you, as long as it takes.”

“ Be silent and careful,” he said.

She went out, taking both bags. She dashed to the screen, picked it up and took it with her as she headed for that dark place behind the garage.

She made her way along the garage to the back. She’d never been afraid of the dark, but she was afraid of this place. With the overhang of the garage roof, the area between the cemetery fence and the back of the garage seemed a dark tunnel to nowhere. Once in she dropped the bags and leaned against the garage.

It was quiet. No crickets. No night sounds. The sound of her breathing echoed in the dark, bouncing off the fence, then off the garage, making eerie sounds that skyrocketed her heart. Easy, she told herself, sit down and do your exercises. She sat in a half lotus and imagined a flickering candle. She took deep breaths and forced her heart to slow down.

Then she heard something.

She opened her eyes and her pulse screamed.

A scraping sound.

Sweat trickled under her arms.

Another sound, like a snake’s hiss.