Clumsy

Jake carefully checked the back of his mobile for some unseen detail, flipped it over awkwardly and dropped it. A surprised, feral-like squeak escaped his throat before he bent down to retrieve the phone from the floor. He keylocked the pad and slipped it into his breast pocket.

He tilted his head back and took in a huge gulp of air. His eyes darted about the full vista of the park and, when he was convinced that no-one was watching him, he pursed his lips, emptied his lungs in short bursts and blinked deliberately. Out, out, out with bad karma.

He reached the north end of the park, zigzagged through the gates, and felt for his phone again. He should ring Nathan.

Our little place

(Jake: 3 June 2003)

I’ve just been to Alex Park and sat under the slide tower. Lauren and I shared many ‘moments’ here. This just 'appeared' on my mobile:

‘J, don’t panic but you’re in danger if you don’t follow this message to the T. Tonight you will revisit a dream. You’ll be in the amphitheatre at El Jem. Hide in the shadows – I will find you. Don’t try and find me. Go home, call Nathan and wait. "The statement on the other side of this paper is false". Lx’

I thought that life would start to make more sense without the prescription drugs. This sort of crap makes me panic.

Read me!

(Lauren: hack to blog 3 June 2003)

Sorry Jake, I needed to get a message to you urgently. I can’t explain now but if you see this before 12pm on 3 June 2003 go straight to ‘our little place’ at the park and turn your mobile on. Lx