When I overheard someone say the word perturbed recently, the word danced around in my head until I put pen to paper and wrote this vignette.
Perturbed
The police station hugs the railroad tracks in this rural New Jersey town. I contemplate retirement most mornings and especially today, as I skip over rain puddles to the precinct door. When I climb the steps, an umbrella pokes my neck. Inside I turn around and observe a woman hiding a closed umbrella in a corner. Then she walks toward me, her hand extended and says, “I’m Dolores.”
Usually, I am not quick to shake hands, but do so automatically and introduce myself. “Officer Hawkins. How can I help you?”
“My husband went missing last night.”
Her voice is raspy. Her long jet-black hair parted on the side, frames the opposite eye. I wish I had gotten a haircut, or at least trimmed my mustache.
I respond. “Standard procedure is to wait twenty-four hours,” then stomp my feet on a rug, “your guy will probably show up before that.”
“Officer Hawkins, it’s so unlike Steven.” Her doe like brown eyes fill with tears.
“Well, file a missing person’s report if you want.”
I walk behind my desk, and search for the appropriate form. Dolores eases into an interview chair uninvited, and slips off her raincoat, to reveal; what my ex-wife called, a sweater dress. She trembles at the sight of the paper work, reacting as though it is a hot potato.
Reluctantly, I complete the form for her. She describes Steven as tall, dark, and handsome. Then quickly produces his wallet. The contents spill out. She gathers the singles and worn scrapes of paper with her hands and almost perfectly manicured red nails. The index finger nail is broken.
I say, “Tell me what happened last night.” Her lips purse together before she responds.
“I was perturbed.”
Her pronunciation; emphasis on the first syllable without ignoring the rest, grabs my attention. I confirm her intent. “Perturbed. . . As in annoyed, agitated, or troubled.”
“Yes,” she studies the ceiling, “so. . . I took the dog for a walk,” she pulls nervously at a sleeve, “when I got back, Steven wasn’t there.” She tugs repeatedly at the dress to cover her knees. “I was perturbed.”
I mimic what she says, “You were perturbed?”
Now her doe eyes light with anger as she contains her passion. “Yes, perturbed,” she slips into her coat and stands, “what don’t you understand? Surely you’ve been perturbed, Officer Hawkins.”
She is guilty. But of what, I do not know . . . yet.
I watch her leave the building perturbed.
. . . . just saying
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So glad you are writing again. Perturbed is definitely in my vocabulary these days especially with Tyler as I try to make sure he does all his schoolwork , so far my guilt is only in my head but it’s not nice to post off Grammy. So your piece was just what I needed…..loved it.
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Mary, Thank you. Yes these are trying times and you of all people have patience.
And another thought. . . We don’t have to say everything we think . . . just saying Claudia
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This was an interesting and captivating read! Would be lovely to know what comes next 😀
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Thank you. Please share your thoughts
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For me, the way that woman thinks is so unusual that I struggle to even make any prediction as to what she is up to. To me she feels like an international person, from some different country. The thing is, she might even not be guilty at all, but her alien like nature creates this mystery that detective can’t put his finger on.
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A very nice cliff hanger. Are we to expect another short excerpt to the story. Hope so, I love suspence stories.
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Margaret, it depends on how perturbed I get . . . just saying, Claudia
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The last time that I heard the word perturbed used was during one of the post ending credits scenes from the movie Guardians Of The Galaxy Vol. 2:
-John Jr
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John, I’m not familiar with the movie. I’ll have to check it out. Thanks
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I frequently use this word; this was fun reading.
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Thank you, yes it is amazing how one word can say so much. . . just saying Claudia
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Women are unpredictable at times which leaves the male perturbed, always looking for an answer.. This was an interesting read.. Did you Claudia leave me frustrated or perturbed, I’m not sure but I sure liked the drama of the read.. I hope this continues in another write..
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Perturbed, Marshall, with a capital P . . . just saying, Claudia
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Great word Claudia and describes my morning to a “t”. This word will just roll off our tongue in the future. I am glad you “resurrected” it as I am extremely perturbed.
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Mary, that’s a great way to put it “resurrected” Love it. Thanks for commenting, Claudia
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Love the story Claudia…can’t wait for your novel!
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Delightfully enticing and though provoking.
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