Civil War Chapter 14
June 13, 2020
(Previously, on Civil War…) Amanda Mateo’s door did indeed have balloons on it. A big plastic wreath with fake balloons. As if Martha Stewart went to work for Fischer-Price. “Hello, again,” Amanda said as she opened the door. “How did you know it was safe to open the door?” Mike asked. “I looked through the hole, silly. I’m not stupid.” Amanda stepped back, and Mike walked into her apartment. Brand new everything.
Civil War: Chapter 13
June 11, 2020
(Previously, in Civil War…) Michael Francis Franklin walked into his San Jose home at six thirty-seven on November 18, 2016. In his hands were a dozen envelopes and ads from his mailbox. On his mind was Amanda Mateo. Franklin was married from 1999 to 2006. He could remember about an hour and a half of being happily married. The rest was torture. In the decade since his divorce, Mike had come to accept that he was meant to be alone.
Civil War: Chapter 12
December 3, 2016
Roger crashed into his office. His sanctuary. It was only two fifteen, but he wanted a drink. Calls first. He pulled out is cell phone and decided to call the cop again. But the phone buzzed in his hand before he could find the number. “Hello,” Roger said. “Hi, Mr. Thompson? This is Amanda Mateo, one of David’s teachers.” “Hi. Ms. Mateo. Yeah, we met in August.” “Oh, yeah, right. Parents’ Night.
Civil War: Chapter 11
December 1, 2016
Roger Thompson had completed his checklist. He’d learned from Jack Murphy, his friend and attorney, that the police sergeant seemed cooperative. With his tasks out of the way, he knew it was time to deal with his wife, Natalie. Natalie and Roger didn’t see eye to eye politically. Natalie described herself as a progressive. Even though they rarely discussed politics, Roger knew Natalie was politically active before they got married. She worked a lot of referendum campaigns in college and after.
Civil War: Chapters 9 and 10
November 29, 2016
Chapter Nine “Elizabeth, I’m going to be out of the building the rest of the day. You have my cell. Vice-principal Johnson is in his office.” Elizabeth had a mouthful of Goldfish and could only grunt. But she wrote a note herself and nodded furiously at her boss. Nancy Flanders left the building. Forty-two minutes later, Flanders was parked and walking into the lobby of modern, glass and stainless steel building.
Civil War: Chapter 8
November 27, 2016
Nancy Flanders sat perfectly still. Amanda Mateo fidgeted and rocked. Between lay a false statement and a pen. Amanda spoke. “I won’t sign that. I’ll write my own report. I should have spoken to the police yesterday. I’ll write my statement and give it you right now. But I’m not signing that,” pointing toward the statement on the desk. “That won’t be necessary. I’m afraid I’ll have to place you on suspension until the board reviews your case.
Civil War: Chapters 6 and 7
November 25, 2016
Chapter Six “Evan, this is Roger.” “How’s it going? Where are you?” “I’m at home. Listen, I’m going to have to use a sick day today.” “Everything okay?” “Not really. It’s a long story. David got beat up pretty bad yesterday at school. In school,” Roger said. “Well, hell. Sorry to hear that. Don’t worry about anything. I’ve got you covered.” “Thanks, Evan. Sorry about this.” “No worries. It’s the slow season anyway.
Civil War: Chapters 4 and 5
November 23, 2016
Chapter Four “Elizabeth, tell Amanda I need to see her on her planning hour.” Nancy Flanders’ assistant, Elizabeth Schneider, nodded her head, scribbled a note, and continued eating her bagel dripping with pineapple cream cheese and strawberry jam. Flanders returned to her office and closed the door. She sat and snatched the receiver from he desk phone, pressed two numbers, then hung up. She glanced out the window toward the school’s playground then reached for the cell phone on her desk.
Civil War: Chapter 3
November 21, 2016
Roger, David, and Natalie, drove home from the hospital in relative silence. It was already dark at six-thirty. Traffic was still snarled as drivers got used to the end of daylight savings. When they arrived home, David went to his bedroom and Natalie followed. The post-concussion protocol called for lots of rest, no electronics, and soft lighting. David went straight to bed. Roger walked into his home office with a glass of whiskey.
Civil War: Chapter 2
November 19, 2016
Roger pulled into the parking garage near St. Mary’s Hospital. Midday, the garage was packed. Roger parked on the roof and sprinted to the stairs. He crossed the short bridge to the third-floor reception area and approached the desk. “I’m Roger Thompson. My son David was brought here,” he said. The woman at the desk smiled at him, then typed on her keyboard. “Can I see your driver’s license please?” she asked Roger.
Note On "Civil War" Series
November 18, 2016
You might have noticed “Civil War: Chapter One” here on Hennessy’s View. You may not have realized this is fiction. You might also not realize that chapter one means there’s more to come. I will release a new chapter every other day. Sometimes I might release two chapters at once because some chapters might be too short to release on their own. I don’t know where this story goes, and neither do you.
Civil War: Chapter 1
November 18, 2016
Roger Thompson’s phone vibrated in his pocket. His boss, Evan, couldn’t hear the vibrating phone, but he noticed Roger’s distraction. “Do you need a minute?” Evan asked Roger. “No. Sorry. Damn phone won’t quit ringing. I’ll turn it off.” “Maybe it’s important. Go ahead.” Roger pulled the phone from his pocket and looked. Missed Call: Briarhaven Elementary “It’s my kid’s school,” Roger said. “I should probably call them back.” “Go,” said Evan.