"Searcher" drabbles by Jamie Clapperton
What Do You Mean Where's Pluto?
Searcher
Some carriers hated jobs that took them across town or to the other side of the country or even across the channel, but searcher saw in these a chance to 'stretch his legs' though he rarely left his car. Oh but he didn't like the bit at the end when as they were getting out, new old friends asked him for directions he couldn't give, though his legs knew the way so that he he had for a quiet life to walk with them to what for him was the middle of nowhere. Never mind. Back in the car now.
Are you sure?
Searcher
Searcher asked no questions about the people or the packages unless the ghost tugged his elbow, that was how he thought of it. The man in the. black suit in the back looked as if he was at his own funeral. Searchers' imaginary ghost told him to pay his respects. ' You want to be here don't you?' 'No I want to be where we're going, or rather I don't but I believe I must and it was my choice. 'Searcher believed him and left it. About an hour later they arrived.' 'Hope it turns out better than expected.' 'Thanks.'
Lights and the Lessening of Loneliness
Searcher
Searcher knew nothing about the man he was driving when the long journey started, and knew to let the passenger start or not start a conversation. He was relieved when as soon as they were out of the city the silence was broken, making the sparsely starred evening somehow less dark. ' I need to get these papers examined at the cottage.' his client said., waving an envelope. Couldn't he have just faxed them?' 'I could have just faxed them over but..' He looked at the lights in the valley. 'Beautiful night..' 'It is isn't it?' 'Been doing this long?'
