Watching, Waiting
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.
Right Back In
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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Remnants Of A Morning’s Labour
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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Dreams Don’t Come True
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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The Great Divide
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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