All the Lonely People

“You okay in there” 

“I’m okay Mrs. Rigby, just a nightmare.” 

“Oh, well I’ll be downstairs.” 

 Jake looked over at the clock and noticed it was a little before six AM. He dragged himself out of bed and stumbled to the shower. Maybe a good, hot shower would help, he thought. 

Soon the stress melted away under the steam and heat of the water. 

Minutes later, he bumped into the kindly old matron, in the kitchen. He grabbed an apple from the table and made his way to the door. 

“No breakfast, this mornin’?” she asked in a motherly voice. Stopping he gave the old woman a peck on the cheek. 

 “Not hungry. I had something earlier” and then added, “I’ll be working late tonight.” 

 Mrs. Rigby shot him a disapproving look, “Glory be, you’ll work yourself into the grave if you keep these hours!” 

If only, he thought, if only. 


She shrugged in a disapproving stare, “Your friend Nick Stewart called. Said call him back.”

Mackenzie cocked his head in surprise, making a mental note to call him as soon as he arrived at his office.

“Have a good day, Mrs. Rigby,” as he reached for the doorknob. 

“You too Father Mackenzie.” 

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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