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“Hello…?”, I croaked into the phone, groggy in my sleepy state.

Damn, it’s 2:11 am. My mind drifted back to the old “Adam-12″ TV series and its police radio dispatches, “One Adam 12, One Adam 12, 2-11 in progress. One Adam Twelve, handle Code 2″.

Who would be calling me at this hour, again.

“Dad?”

Uh oh, this can’t be good.

“Dad, are you there?! Can you hear me?! Are you there?!” The voice was female and frantic.

“Yeah, I’m here. What’s going on?” I was slowly coming out of my sleepy stupor. My daughter doesn’t call me often at 2:11 in the morning; in fact, she never calls me at this time.

“I need help! Someone’s after me and I don’t know what to do!”

Now, I was fully awake!

“Ok, where are you?”, I asked, hoping that if I could get her to concentrate on something, anything, it would help her calm down.

“I’m in the car. I left the bar after work and someone’s been following me ever since. I sped up, slowed down, turned down side streets and the car is still following me! I don’t know what to do!”

She was panicking at this point. A bunch of questions ran through my mind but now was not the time to ask them. But why was she at a bar so late at night? Who’s car was she driving? She didn’t have a car.

“I’m turning down your street, come outside!”

I jumped out of bed, pulled on my scrub pants and headed for the front door. The early morning air was chilly against my bare chest as I opened the door and stepped outside but there was no time to find a t-shirt to wear. My cell phone was in my left hand and my .40-caliber handgun was in my right; I wasn’t taking any chances with whomever was following my daughter.

“OK, I’m in your driveway! Where are you?! He’s pulling up behind me!”

Michelle, there’s no car in my driveway. Where are you?”

Now I was starting to get a bit nervous.

The female voice on the phone was now frantic AND confused.

“Dan, what are talking about? I’m sitting in your driveway and that car is right behind me?!”

I was now very worried for this girl, “Honey, I don’t know who you are but you’ve dialed the wrong number. You need to get someplace safe and call the police.”

The girl on the other end of the phone was now crying.

“I can’t get out of here, he’s got me blocked in. Oh my God, he’s coming up to the car!”

The sound of breaking glass and the girl’s ear-piercing scream were the last sounds I heard before the phone call dropped.

 

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Written by David A. Ufer

October 31, 2013 at 3:37 pm

DPchallenge: Unknown Caller

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“Hello…?”, I croaked into the phone, groggy in my sleepy state.

Damn, it’s 2:11 am. My mind drifted back to the old “Adam-12” TV series and its police radio dispatches, “One Adam 12, One Adam 12, 2-11 in progress. One Adam Twelve, handle Code 2”.

Who would be calling me at this hour, again.

“Dad?”

Uh oh, this can’t be good.

“Dad, are you there?! Can you hear me?! Are you there?!” The voice was female and frantic.

“Yeah, I’m here. What’s going on?” I was slowly coming out of my sleepy stupor. My daughter doesn’t call me often at 2:11 in the morning; in fact, she never calls me at this time.

“I need help! Someone’s after me and I don’t know what to do!”

Now, I was fully awake!

“Ok, where are you?”, I asked, hoping that if I could get her to concentrate on something, anything, it would help her calm down.

“I’m in the car. I left the bar after work and someone’s been following me ever since. I sped up, slowed down, turned down side streets and the car is still following me! I don’t know what to do!”

She was panicking at this point. A bunch of questions ran through my mind but now was not the time to ask them. But why was she at a bar so late at night? Who’s car was she driving? She didn’t have a car.

“I’m turning down your street, come outside!”

I jumped out of bed, pulled on my scrub pants and headed for the front door. The early morning air was chilly against my bare chest as I opened the door and stepped outside but there was no time to find a t-shirt to wear. My cell phone was in my left hand and my .40-caliber handgun was in my right; I wasn’t taking any chances with whomever was following my daughter.

“OK, I’m in your driveway! Where are you?! He’s pulling up behind me!”

“Michelle, there’s no car in my driveway. Where are you?”

Now I was starting to get a bit nervous.

The female voice on the phone was now frantic AND confused.

“Dan, what are talking about? I’m sitting in your driveway and that car is right behind me?!”

I was now very worried for this girl, “Honey, I don’t know who you are but you’ve dialed the wrong number. You need to get someplace safe and call the police.”

The girl on the other end of the phone was now crying.

“I can’t get out of here, he’s got me blocked in. Oh my God, he’s coming up to the car!”

The sound of breaking glass and the girl’s ear-piercing scream were the last sounds I heard before the phone call dropped.

Written by David A. Ufer

April 22, 2013 at 8:02 am

Two A.M.

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His cell phone lit up the darkened bedroom with its artificial illumination. The blue-white light pierced his closed eyelids a split second before the frosty, icicle-like tone alerted the arrival of a text message. He rolled over and grabbed his phone from the nightstand.

Two A.M.?! Who could be texting at this early hour?

He touched the screen to open the text message application.

“I saw you.”

Suddenly he was wide awake; his heart thumping loudly in his chest. He sat up at the edge of the bed and looked again at the message. There was no phone number, just “Unknown” where the sender’s name should be.

His mind raced. Who sent that message? How could they have seen him? He was always so careful. His skin was clammy with a cold sweat. Damp footprints followed him down the hallway’s oaken floor as he plodded toward the basement door.

He unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door, flipping the light switch as he carefully made his way down the stairs. The fluorescent tubes gradually brightened until the basement was awash in a sterile, antiseptic glow.

There is no way anyone saw me, he thought to himself as he surveyed his spotless man-cave. Man-cave, ha! It was more like an operating theater but as he liked to say, “To each his own”.  The windows had long been replaced with drywall when he converted the basement so nobody had seen him from the outside. He was careful to always pull into the garage and shut the door before transferring his “goods” from the van to the basement. He was very methodical; each and every “run” was planned out to the minutia with nothing left to chance.

He inspected the basement and all its containers and storage lockers with an attention to detail usually reserved for a nosy mother-in-law visit. Nothing was out of place or appeared out of the ordinary. Even if someone did see him, he had nothing to worry about; there was nothing to tie him to anything.

Now he was mad! It was never a good idea to make him mad; bad things happened when he got mad.

He looked at his cell phone again.

“I saw you.”

It taunted him, played with his head.

This is bullshit!

It was time for him to play some head games of his own. He slowly typed a reply to his anonymous antagonist.

“You’re next….”

Written by David A. Ufer

March 25, 2013 at 8:03 am

Begin As You Mean To Go On

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She stood there, smiling

He stood there, anxious

She recognized him immediately

They hugged, greeted each other

Her sweet, delicate perfume tantalized him

He drew in a deep breath

Held it in his lungs,

Filled himself with her scent

The music played, too loudly to speak

They found a table in the back

She had such beautiful brown eyes

An impossibly radiant smile

And a waterfall of chestnut curls

Cascading over delicate features

Her comely, demure nature

Pulled him in,

Heightened his desire for her

An occasional, gentle touch

Set his body abuzz with excitement

He wanted more

They talked through the night

It was easy, effortless

Like they had known each other

For weeks, months even

They walked to her car

Talked a bit more,

And shared a goodnight hug

He held her as long as he dared

The night ended far too soon

She left him with a memory

And hope

Written by David A. Ufer

March 11, 2013 at 7:48 am

Happy New Year!

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And just like that another year has come and gone. A lot has happened these past twelve months but wow!, this year seriously flew by! I remember sitting here this time last year writing my blog about New Year’s and the resolutions I would make, so with that in mind, let’s see how I did.

Number One – Financial Security. Well, seeing as I still have a job in this crazy economy, I’d consider this resolution a success!

Number Two – Health. I ran a lot of miles this year, had a false alarm regarding my heart which led to all kinds of exams which in turn provided a much better view into my health and I’ve eaten pretty well so again, I’d rate this a success!

Number Three – A Happy Relationship. This is always the most elusive resolution of the group. Sadly, I need to call this a failure also but I am every hopeful.

Number Four – Learning to play my guitar. Failure, plain and simple. I just never made the time to work on this one.

Number Five – Practice with my weapon and get my CCW. Again, failure.

Number Six – Create a home office and write another book. I’m calling this one a three-quarter failure. I did not create my  home office nor did I write another book, BUT I did revisit some older short stories and began shopping them around to publishers, so that should count for something!

So while I did not accomplish most of my goals for the year, I did concentrate on what’s important to me. I spent quality time with my friends, flew up North to visit family whom I hadn’t seen in far too long and I lived my life with as little drama as possible. I’ll take that over anything any day!

Happy New Year everyone!

OK, so they were wrong….Merry Christmas!

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The Mayans obviously had a calendar from a very early version of Microsoft Windows (TM) because we are all still here and getting ready to celebrate Christmas once again. My shopping is finished and the eggnog is flowing; so please excuse any typos or grammatical errors in this entry.

The commercialism of the season seems to have lessened or maybe I just haven’t watched as much television this year. Whatever the reason, I’m hopeful that society as a whole is becoming less enamored with the materialistic reason and more in tune with the true spirit of the holiday.

There have been a multitude of reasons to question our faith this year but these are the times we need to lean even harder on it and turn to one another for solace, happiness and gratitude.

We all have His spirit within us, so let it flow on Christmas day in remembrance of His birth and the life He sacrificed so that we may live to honor Him.

Merry Christmas to one and all!

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Where’s Your Passion?

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During my school visits to read my book and speak to the students about writing and life, I often leave them with one last thought; whatever you do in life, do it for the pure love of doing it, not for the money. Your passion for your craft will carry you far and the money will come.

I should follow my own advice.

As a kid, I never really knew what I wanted to be when I grew up. There were the usual fantasies of traveling in outer space, being a great sports hero or even a world famous rock and roll musician; however, those fantasies were just that. I grew up, or at least older anyway, and landed in the IT industry for lack of any real direction to do anything else with myself. A computer repair career led to a management career which has provided a nice living but it has never been, nor will it ever be, my passion.

I found my passion years ago when my first children’s book was published. Writing, traveling and speaking to kids about the process and life in general makes me very happy and satisfied. A friend of mine says she envisions me traveling and writing stories of all kind and being successful and happy; maybe she’s on to something.

So as I continue to chase that which will make me happy, I urge everyone to do the same. Don’t settle on a career just because you can make some money at it; do what truly satisfies you.

Find your passion and live it!

Written by David A. Ufer

October 1, 2012 at 5:52 am

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