This is something I have been pondering for sometime. If there is interest I will continue the story line. I know it is brief, but all good things come in small packages!
I look forward to your feedback
~AndiS~
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Prologue
I was mesmerized by it. The Full Cold Moon of December was pure white and floated in the sky overlooking the river. It seemed greater than the Earth and everything that it encompassed. Pale reflections in the slow waves moving downstream.
Standing on the balcony, I felt it call me. It had been a long time since I felt the pull of anything. I longed for something always just out of reach. My calling was simple, cleanse the world. My path ever wandering with no end in site. I could no longer recall how it all started and never thought that it could stop.
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March - New York City - Midnight
I walked the less crowded side streets of the city, head covered by my hooded jacket, trying not to be noticed. I was hopeful my target was near intoxicated at the local dive bar as I stalked closer, thud making my job that much easier. The doorman briefly glanced my way, grunting, before letting me pass. I entered the dimly lit bar, smelling of stale cigarettes and sour beer. I padded across the sticky floor to the main bar and chose a corner stool.
The aged bartender sauntered over slowly, looking peeved at my entrance.
"What will ya have?" he asked.
"Boston Lager, no glass." I ordered. I knew better than to try anything that could make someone ill in this less than clean establishment.
Beer in hand I turned and looked at the sad crowd huddled around their drinks. Most were middle aged males and alone. Somber music played in the background adding to the feeling of loss and despair. In the far corner was a group of three men having a loud conversation and acting carefree. There was my target.
