Mystery on Maryland Avenue
Maureen pulled her car onto Baker, the street leading to her neighborhood. A thin fog had settled in amongst the trees and had given everything a faint glowing aura. She slowed to enjoy the view. Despite its inherent danger to drivers, Maureen had always enjoyed the magic of fog. Fog could make any landscape mysterious and otherworldly, even the plain streets of Rivercross.
She reached over into the passenger seat and flipped open the styrofoam take out box from the Star diner. She extracted a single french fry and shoved it into her mouth. She hadn't had anything to eat since she'd begun her shift at four. She ate several more fries before closing the box. Once she got home, she and her husband Daryl would have a late dinner. He always waited so that he could eat with her. Although he usually had four or five beers before she got home.
Daryl had tried cooking dinner once long ago and had nearly burnt the house down. Maureen had forbidden him in the kitchen since. Her compromise was to bring dinner back after her part time shift at the Star. She worked mornings at Norris grocery and a few hours in the evening at the Star. After two shifts, Maureen just didn't have the energy to cook as well.