Saturday, July 31, 2010
Martin looked at the wall. He'd printed out "Sunday" and "Monday" and the next 6 days after that on pieces of paper which he'd then carefully cut out and taped to the wall with painter's tape. Below each one, a blank sheet of paper. And below that, maps of the area. To be sure, he was just preparing for some vacation time, but were something to happen to him right now, if he were to suddenly expire in his little one-room apartment (cleaning would take up several days of his vacation, but he'd not written that down yet), whoever found him might have worried that he had been planning something far more sinister than a methodical tackling of all the chores he'd neglected in the three years since he'd last felt confident taking any time off of work from his job at the insurance company.