A Sporting Chance: A Mystery Short Story

Jan 2, 2016 | 2016 Articles, Mysteryrat's Maze, Terrific Tales

by B.K. Stevens

A Sporting Chance has never before been published.

Diane couldn’t believe she’d let Hannah talk her into it again. After an exhausting day at work, she was driving to Hannah’s house, picking her up so they could go to the gym. On a crisp fall evening like this, Diane wouldn’t have minded a stroll through the park. But strolls weren’t Hannah’s style. She’d insist they run, lift, stretch, and suffer on every machine in the place. Hannah was big on health and fitness a jogger, a vegan, an aerobics addict who actually enjoyed sweating. Diane didn’t understand it, definitely didn’t feel like working out tonight, but Hannah was her best friend, and that meant putting up with her obsessions.park

As she waited at a red light, Diane reflected that she had obsessions of her own. She was a news junky and, even more, a sports junky – not playing sports, but watching them. Briefly, she pictured herself curled up on her couch with a liter of cola and a bag of chips, watching tonight’s football game, feeling blissful. No such luck. Sighing, she turned on the radio; maybe she could catch some pre-game chatter.

“The search continues,” an announcer said, “for Jerry Hogan, who escaped from the state penitentiary today. He took a gun from the guard he overpowered, so police consider him armed and dangerous. During a series of daring bank robberies, two involving shootings, Hogan became known as The Cowboy because he always wore a ten-gallon hat pulled down low and a red bandanna pulled up high. Police suspect he’s hiding somewhere, waiting until dark so -”

Diane switched off the radio. She’d heard all this before, many times. Well, she had set her DVR. She’d watch the game later.

She reached Hannah’s house. Usually, when Diane came to pick her up, Hannah was on her porch, stretching. Not tonight. She must be running late, Diane thought and walked up to the porch to ring the bell. After Diane rang twice, Hannah opened the door an inch. “Sorry,” she said. “I should’ve called you. I can’t go. I twisted my ankle.”

“It must really hurt,” Diane said. “You look pale. Maybe you sprained it. I’ll drive you to the emergency room and -”

“No,” Hannah cut in. “I’m fine. I’ve ordered a pepperoni pizza from Mario’s. I’ll just enjoy it and relax.”

Diane half-laughed. “But you -”

“I’m fine,” Hannah insisted, cutting in again. “I’m going to bed early. I want to be rested tomorrow, because my sister’s flying in from Dallas. I’m so excited. I can’t wait to hear the latest gossip from Dallas. I really miss Dallas – I always love hearing news about Dallas. Understand?”airplane

Diane stared at her friend’s tense face, at the way she was keeping the door closed most of the way. “I understand,” Diane said slowly. “And I’m sure you’ll be okay, Hannah. Take care.”

She hurried to her car, drove around the corner, and called 911.

An hour later, it was over. The police had surrounded the house, an officer wearing a Mario’s Pizza shirt talked his way inside, more officers swarmed in and The Cowboy was disarmed and taken away. Now, Diane and Hannah sat at the kitchen table with a police detective.

“So he broke into your house and held you at gunpoint,” the detective said to Hannah, “and after dark he would’ve forced you to drive him out of state, figuring police wouldn’t stop a car driven by a woman. I understand all that. But I still don’t understand how your friend knew he was here.”

“Because I know Hannah,” Diane said, smiling. “She’s a vegan, and she’s obsessed with health and fitness. She’d never order a pepperoni pizza unless someone held a gun to her head. Well, I guess someone did.”veggies

“And I know you, Diane.” Hannah smiled back at her. “You’re so obsessed with news that I was sure you’d heard about the escaped convict. And I knew mentioning Dallas would make you realize The Cowboy was holding me hostage.”

The detective scrunched up his forehead. “Because your sister doesn’t really live in Dallas?”football

“No, she doesn’t,” Hannah said. “I wasn’t sure Diane would remember that, but she’s a sports fanatic. I knew mentioning Dallas would make her think of a certain team, and I knew that would help her figure everything out. Right, Diane?”

Diane reached for another slice of pepperoni pizza. “Touchdown,” she said.

Check out other mystery articles, reviews, book giveaways & mystery short stories (including more New Year’s Eve ones) in our mystery section.

B.K. Stevens’ first novel, Interpretation of Murder, offers readers a solidly plotted whodunit as well as intriguing glimpses into deaf culture (Black Opal Books). Fighting Chance, recently published by Poisoned Pen Press, is a martial arts mystery for teens. B.K. has also published over fifty short stories, most of them in Alfred Hitchcock’s Mystery Magazine. Some of her stories have been nominated for awards such as the Agatha, the Macavity, and the Derringer. Please visit her website.

9 Comments

  1. Very well done, Bonnie, but then you always write very well. Best wishes for a terrific New Year.

    Reply
  2. Terrific short-short! Loved it! But then your short stories are always wonderful 🙂

    Reply
  3. Great story about two friends and how they well they know each other! Thanks.

    Reply
  4. Nice set-up, Bonnie! Of course, being a mystery fan, I heard “Dallas” and thought, “Who shot JR?”

    Reply
  5. Great story! I look forward to reading more of your stories!

    Reply
  6. awesome,i want to read it again one more time.

    Reply
  7. I also want to read this again. Enjoyed it. Great story!

    Reply

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

SUBSCRIBE NOW!

podcast

powered by TinyLetter

The gold medal for all-around wonderful kitty could easily go to darling Chicken Little! This cutiepie never misses an opportunity to hoot it up with her friends, explore any nook or cranny, and make it her mission to check out whatever happens to be going on. Chicken Little came along way after suffering a toe injury calling for immediate amputation. She's all better now and you can't even notice she's missing a rear toe. What an adorable combination she is of fun-loving spirit and sweet, deep affection, a girl who will easily capture hearts in a forever family that cherishes her. Precious Chicken Little would love to be your most darling doll! Check her out on the Cat House website to learn more.