The Carriers; Part Four

The week was coming to an end. David dreaded the three days he would have to work at his part-time job. Sure, he liked the money, even if it wasn’t much. It kept him from mooching off his parents, which was good. There were times he didn’t really want to explain what he wanted the money. The only good thing about the weekend was the dance.

The gravel road shook his bike hard. Maybe he should start saving up for a car. A few more years and he’ll have his driver’s licence. Then he’ll have real freedom.

He pulled up to the only set of lights in the down and waited as the afternoon traffic passed. The new subdivision next to the golf course was full of retiree’s and they all seemed to head to the lone restaurant at the same time. He waved at his mother as she parked their car and walked toward him.

“Are you headed into work?” she said, as she pulled her dark hair back into a ponytail.

“Yeah, I thought if I went in early they’d let me leave early,” David said, and pulled his bike up onto the sidewalk.

She smiled at him. “Ah, that’s right. Tonight’s the dance.”

David nodded.

“Is Robbie going?”

“No. He’d rather sit at home and stare at that stupid rock he found.”

“Come on, he’s your friend, and that’s what he’s into.”


“Have you asked him to go?”

“Yeah, but he didn’t sound like he wanted too.”

“Have you spoken to him lately? Maybe he’s changed his mind?”

“No, his phone’s off and I’ve called a few times and left messages with his mom.”

“So why don’t you go over and talk to him face to face?”

“Yeah, maybe.”

His mother reached out and messed up his hair. “Well, whatever you do, just try to stay out of trouble.”

David gave her a wicked smile and pushed the bike pedal back “I make no promises.”

She shot him a stern look. “Be good.”

David got back on his bike and headed down one of the side streets. There was a fancy car parked out front of Robbie’s house, and Mr. Wiseman’s car was in the driveway.

The front door was open when David walked up the stairs. He knocked. At first, he wasn’t sure if anyone was home, but then heavy footsteps came down the stairs.

Mr. Wiseman had the same curly red hair as his son, just not a lot of it and just as skinny. He looked frustrated when he opened the screen door.

“Hey David. Rob can’t come out.”

A second man came down the stairs. Doctor Halloway volunteered at the Afterhours clinic on Main Street. He nodded at David when he saw him.

David looked up at Mr. Wiseman. “Is everything all right?”

“Oh sure. Rob just has the flu.”

Doctor Halloway stepped up to the front door. “It’s going around. This is the third case I’ve seen today.”

Mr. Wiseman stepped back from the door. “Thanks for the house call.”

“Not a problem. When your wife called and told me his symptoms, I figured it was this. Better to have him stay at home then come in and spread it around.” He looked at David. “How are you feeling?”

David shrugged. “Fine.”

The doctor stepped out onto the porch next to him. “No fever or chills? Appetite is good and all.”

David nodded. “Yeah.” He looked worried at Robbie’s father. “Do I have it?”

“If you did,” The doctor said. “You’d be showing symptoms by now, but you might be a carrier. Try to stay away from large groups of people.”

“I can’t.  I have to go to work.”

“Where do you work?”

“At the Food Market.”

“Then take precautions. Wash your hands often and try not to touch stuff.”

David nodded. “I’ll come back later and see how he’s doing.”

“No, you best stay away until he’s feeling better.” The doctor said. “You’re healthy and you need to stay that way.” He looked back at Mr. Wiseman. “I won’t be in the office for the rest of the day, but if you have any concerns call the Clinic. I’ve got a resident in there helping with the extra work load.”

Mr. Wiseman nodded. “Thanks.”

David nodded to Mr. Wiseman. “Tell Robbie to get well.”

“I will. I’ll have him call you when he’s better.”

David stepped down off the porch.  Robbie never got sick.

He jumped on his bike and headed toward Main Street. A group of people were gathered out on the sidewalk just down a side street. There ambulance was there and people were talking to each other and hugging. He saw Beth and rode up to her.

“What’s going on?”

She faced him and her eyes were bloodshot. “Mr. Pergin died.”

David was stunned. “No way? I just saw him a few days ago.”

“Me too,” she sniffed.

Dr. Halloway pulled up next to David and jumped out of his car. He ran past the groups of people and into the house. A few moments later, he walked out onto the porch looking defeated. The paramedics followed, gently guiding a gurney down the stairs.

“Doctor Halloway?” David said, as the older man came closer.

The doctor looked up. “Oh, hello again.” He looked back at the house. “Did you know the deceased?”

“Pretty much. Was he a patient of yours?”

“Yes, I was on my way over to see how he was doing?”

Beth frowned “He was sick?”

“He contracted this flu that’s going around.”

David’s eye went wide. “And he died from it?”

The doctor frowned. “Possibly.”

David thought about Robbie.

The doctor looked at the house and then at David. “Don’t worry, your friend is going to be fine. He’s a young man with a strong immune system. Mr. Pergin was elderly and had a serious heath issue.”

“But he died!”

“It doesn’t mean the same thing is going to happen to Robbie.”

Beth turned to David. “Robbie is sick?”

“Yeah, he’s got the flu.”

A worried look came over her and David wished he hadn’t said anything. “The doc’s right. Robbie’ll be fine.”

They were quiet as the paramedics guided the gurney past them and into the back of the ambulance. The street was quiet, not even the birds were making any sound.

“Do you still want to go to the dance tonight?”

Beth shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.”

David smiled. “Great. I gotta go to work, so I’ll see you there?”

She nodded. “Sure.”

David pulled his bike onto the road and peddled off. He’d have a great story to tell Robbie. Who knows, maybe Beth could find someone for him? They could all hang out together. David smiled. Yeah, this was going to be a great summer vacation.


The Carriers; Part Four

© 2013 Dark Conteur Collection of Works


About Darke Conteur
Darke Conteur is a writer at the mercy of her Muse. The author of stories in several genres, she prefers to create within the realms Science Fiction and Dark Fantasy. A pagan at heart, her personal goal it to find her balance within nature; exploring the dark through her stories and the light through her beliefs. When not writing or working with crystals, she enjoys knitting, gardening, cooking and very loud music.

3 Responses to The Carriers; Part Four

  1. Lol…poor David still thinks it’s going to be a great summer…. 🙂

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