For Adam…

Last Weeks Chapter

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He sat in the train station. Adam loved trains. Now was not the time to think about his son; no time for happy memories. No, now was the time to focus.

His watch said 12:43. Almost time, passengers would soon walk by. He waited.

The first group walked by. He spotted Colin O’Brady, surrounded by three men. He stood and walked toward them.

He pressed the button in his pocket. A garbage can near the four exploded in a cloud of dust.

Confusion. Panic. He closed the distance.

His blade slid along Colin’s femoral artery as he whispered, “For Adam.”

 

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R. Todd

I'm older than I think I am and younger than I feel. I'm stuck in the 80's but relevant to today (oh I hope that last part is true). I think I am more of an enigma than I really am, but somehow still confound those who try to figure me out (or they just look at me weird, so I infer that). And I really hate my first name. Husband, father, Navy Vet, cat owner (translate.. slave), wannabe writer, and all around big kid who is stuck in an adult world. Overall, I just... um.. something to something, blah blah blah. And that's all I got to say about that.

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