Fiction Saturday – Continued
He stood by the door of his apartment building slowly going through his mail. Everything was addressed to him as either Mr. Davis Lovejoy or, all too often, as “Occupant.” Mixed in with the junk mail and the bills was a plain white envelope with no return address. It was postmarked the day before. He opened it slowly. It was almost as if he expected it to explode. Inside was a single sheet of notepaper—the same notepaper he had seen taped to the mirror in Laura’s apartment.
“Meet me in the arboretum in Golden Gate Park, tomorrow at ten a.m. – at the Moon Viewing Platform.” It was signed with a simple ” L.”
“My God. What is going on here? Crazy notes? Secret meetings?”