Last Weeks Chapter
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.”
PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll