Thursday, March 17, 2011

Dark Night of the Soul, Issue 7

My Thursday went rather quickly for an unseasonably warm February morning. I spent the day in my office doing research and tidying up. I also made sure to clean my .38 – It’s better to be safe than sorry, especially when the forthcoming meeting could turn sour in a hurry.

The sun relinquished and left a much colder, windy night. I glanced at my watch. Almost time for me to meet the woman. As the seconds ran out, my heart rate shot up. I thought I was nervous the first day I met her, but that feeling couldn’t touch the mangled knots in my stomach. My usual remedy wouldn’t work tonight, although I did look longingly at the glass bottle sitting atop my desk. I needed to be sharp for this encounter. I had to retain every detail and be completely aware of my surroundings in case things went south.

I threw on my trench coat and my hat and then checked - and double checked my revolver. I grabbed an ink pen off of my desk and put it into my coat pocket with my notebook. With one big breath, I was out the door and down the old stairs.

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