He opened the blind and peered out into the dark street, it’s features barely visible by the dying streetlight.
Something was moving out there, he couldn’t see it but he knew it was there. Watching. Watching him. Watching his every move until it decided it was time to end the watching and begin it’s work.
“What’s the point of bar-hopping anyway?” she asked the cold night.
Ahead, one car swerved on an ice patch, causing a traffic jam. The driver on her right got out to investigate and slipped on more ice. Rhonna sighed and went over to help. Their eyes met.
Maybe going out wasn’t useless after all.
With a rough, weather-worn hand he reached across the table. He took the bread, and the murmur of conversation quickly died. He looked at the faces of his dear friends. Some stared back; some looked away; but all seemed to be aware of the gravity of the moment.
Silently, he handed out the bread.
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The rain, like a million hunting dogs, ran before the cruel wind. The invisible master howled commands down the length of the dark, empty highway. Struggling, the man walked on having lost his car many miles ago. On he went, like the rain, driven by an invisible master nipping at the heels of his soul.
Jimmy climbed into bed and whispered, “I love you sweetheart. Goodnight.” With his right hand he stretched out to hold his wife. His arm moved a little further across the bed until it reached full extension. For a brief moment Jimmy began to panic. Where was she? Then with a flood of emotion, he remembered.
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“Don’t leave…” he cried desperately.
Her steps faltered for a moment but she knew that he was watching her as she was walking away. She also knew that if she turned around, she would see eyes filled with hurt — a man in pain. It would’ve been a sight enough to melt even an stoic heart.
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“Don’t fall for me,” she warned him.
“Eh. I’m not in any danger of doing such a thing,” he chuckled, “so, no worries.”
“I’m just saying so everything’s clear between us.”
He laughs out loud but as soon as the laughter died down, he slowly begins to wonder about this sweet, crazy, unpretentious, beautiful girl.
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Silently the waiter came to clear the dishes and deliver the bill. He reviewed it carefully: two salads, scallop risotto and shrimp Alfredo, two glasses of pinot grigio, two pieces of blackberry cheesecake. Putting his pen away, he glanced at the uneaten food across from him before shuffling off to their – no, his empty apartment.
As fast as possible, Luke rose to his feet. One wobbly step followed the next, and he chased the ball across the floor.
Finally, he managed to pick it up. Turning around he raised the ball over his head, and with a squeal of delight he tossed it across the room giving chase yet again.
The thief frantically moved his tools within the lock. Sweat was dripping off his nose. With each passing moment he knew that the guards were marching closer. He had to get through this door before the ogres caught the musty scent passed through his perspiration. Finally he heard the click and rapidly turned the handle.
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