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by Jacky
Rated: E · Fiction · Contest Entry · #2081267
Three Minute Read
The New Me

I’d never lived near a train track; the sound woke me as the train passed early my first morning. Alan was on my mind, as usual.

So many new things, this town, this house, my name. As I lay there, I went over it. Janet Drew, thirty-four, raised in Boston, recently divorced. I had been to Boston, but never married, and frankly I was not thirty-four yet, but close enough. It was a great fake identify.

I’d only need to stay till things settled, from here I could watch. They all thought I was dead, they thought I was in the tower when it collapsed into the river, plus, assumed they couldn’t find the body! Serendipity! The tower blowing up just as I’d left with the money? I didn’t even know how that happened only that I hadn’t done it. The only thing I really regretted was Alan.

Alan and I had only been dating a while, but I’d fallen for him hard. Not hard enough to give up my plan, but now that I was “dead” I figured it wasn’t going to work out. However, being dead was going to work out so much better than my original plan to hide my actions. I just had to get used to being “Janet” and soon I’d leave the country forever. Nobody was even looking for me!

The knock at the door scared me, but everything was in place, I realized I was being foolish. You could have knocked me over with a feather when it turned out to be Alan! Apparently, Alan knew me a lot better than I knew him, the only thing he didn’t know yet was my new bank account number.

So, I guess I’m about to find out what it’s like to really be dead…
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