“No more lies, I swear, we went to Jimmy’s, got bored playing poker and went to the pub for a drink. What’s the big deal?”
“When did Jimmy change into a blonde woman then? Between his house and the pub? In the toilets?”
She stared coldly at him and he knew his game was up.
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“Some day we’ll live in a big house like that, won’t we Jake?”
“You know we will, bro. You and me and mum and all of those servants and we’ll be the richest family in town”.
They smiled at each other and pulled the balaclavas over their faces. It was time to go to work.
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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.
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Rolling into the car park, Johnny realised that it had really been too long since he’d been back here. The smell of the place hit him as he opened the door and stepped out squinting into the sunlight.
Time for business he thought and put his hand on the Glock in his pocket for reassurance.
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Petrol fumes and the acrid smell of smoke were all Sergei could smell, even after two showers and having disposed of his “work” clothes in the incinerator, he couldn’t get rid of the whiff of his morning’s exertions. He didn’t mind, the fact that he was still alive was testimony to a job well done.
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Sergei whistled while he worked, an atonal Ukrainian folk tune at the moment but just as likely to be The Beatles or the Beach Boys such was his love of Western culture. He placed the last of the petrol cans under the stairs and threw the match as he stepped back into the doorway.
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They drove me away with their bickering and their selfishness. A lifetime dedicated to being the best we could be and when the time came to reap the rewards they were more interested in taking centre stage than basking in the collective glory. My dreams crumbled slowly as I walked away and never looked back.
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Just a small tumbler, a dram of Scotch and two ice cubes sat on the table in front of him, all that was both right and wrong with his existence.
They told him that one more drink would kill him but he knew that not having that drink would be worse.
The empty glass shattered.
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The needle kept climbing and eventually he breathed a sigh of relief as the red turned to green and the high pitched whine stopped. It was a long time since he’d seen it like this and there was no hiding his delight in his moment of glory.
Funny what a new guitar tuner can do!
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The lights were off by the time I got home and I knew she’d went to bed without me. It was 2.30am after all and she had an early start. Working lives meant we were missing each other at every opportunity, something real was slipping away as we concentrated on things that didn’t really matter.
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