The bench he decided to sit on was wet with rain, but he didn’t really care. It had stopped raining an hour ago, but even that didn’t really register with him. He felt totally isolated, as though cut off from the world. Staring at the puddles on the ground, he felt the world keep spinning around him. Men and women rushed past him. Everyone had a place to go. Needed and wanted. For years he thought he belonged to them. He was a part of this wave of people, moving from place to place, always in motion.
Now he didn’t know where to go. Didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to act. His world had come crashing down on top of him, everything he had so carefully built fell apart like a house of cards.
Something had changed, his mind registered. It took him a few seconds to realise what it was. He found himself locking eyes with a man through the puddle. Staring him straight in the eye, the man seemed to stand right before him.
When he slowly lifted up his head, he felt the bullet tear through his body a second before his eyes found the gun.
They had stripped him bare of everything. Now, finally, they had taken his life too.
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“The only thing an artist has to remember is to never lose faith in his vision.”
-James Lee Burke
“The minute we look, we cease being afraid.”
“Doubt is poison. It leads to a loss of faith in yourself, and in all that’s good and true.”
“You’re never so alive as when you’re on the verge of death.”
-Simon Kernick, Siege
“Betrayals start that way, with lies hidden in the shadows of silence.”
-Don Winslow, The Cartel
I looked down at the tiny cars way down below. They were so far away, they almost looked like toy cars. I sighed and turned back into the room hundreds of floors above.
“You sure you want to do this?”
The man opposite me nodded solemnly. He was down on one knee, looking at me with pleading eyes.
“I can’t do this no more.”
I stared into his sea green eyes, wishing I could tell him not to do this, telling him to go back home to his wife and pretend like nothing had happened.
Slowly, I raised my right arm and pointed the gun somewhere between those eyes. There was no way I could let him do that and he knew it.
Silently, the bullet tore threw his body.
When I turned back to the window to look down, the two cars were gone.
Sunday Photo Fiction, October 22nd 2017
“Smart people sometimes get stupid, but stupid people never get smart.”
Currently finally reading American Assassin, the first of the Mitch Rapp series, by Vince Flynn, and I have to agree with everyone that it’s an amazing book! I can’t wait to go watch the movie as soon as I finish. And I’ll definitely be reading the next books in the series…
For anyone who hasn’t read the book, here’s a sneak peak…
Mitch Rapp is a gifted college athlete who just wants retribution for the Pan Am Lockerbie attack. He trains six months intensely with other clandestine operatives, under CIA Operations Director Thomas Stansfield and protégé Irene Kennedy, to stop terrorists before they reach America. The assassin leaves a trail of bodies from Istanbul across Europe to Beirut, where he needs every ounce of skill and cunning to survive the war-ravaged city and its deadly terrorist factions.
“The world is chaos, punctuated by brief outbreaks of civilisation.”
-Kyle Mills, The Survivor