Ok, ladies and gents.The story is a bit longer so if you make it to the bottom of the page, I’m hopeful that you’ll think it was a good read. Enjoy. Just another day in the life of me. 🙂
Something Had to Give
John slightly pulls his wrist out of his jacket pocket, making sure he doesn’t reveal the gun he’s holding inside of it. He checks his battered watch. Twenty-three minutes he has been walking towards the theatre. Twenty-three minutes thinking of the pain she caused him. Twenty-three minutes to think about if he should have turned into every alley he passed and end his life instead of theirs. Sweat runs down his entire body. To John, it seems like the closer he gets the more his sweat glands torture his eyes. His hair is wet and ruffled. His black jacket aged beyond belief. His green khaki pants crinkled and scuffed. His brown casual shoes, which oddly resembles a clown’s elongated shoes, are no better. His left shoe has been worn down to the point that the sole is partially hanging off and noticeable to any passerby with every step he takes. John wonders how he never noticed how gloomy and dreadful London looks at night. It sickens him.