It was 11:30 pm on a "warm" April night in Minnesota. A young man stairs blankly at a tv screen, religious programming can be seen and heard playing loudly. On TV the sound of a midnight Evangelist pierces the fold, "HALLELUJAH!." But all he hears him say is, "send money, I am not the antichrist."
The young man we'll call him, "Briar" mutes the television. As the sound of the television and the over emphatic religious programming silences, he begins to think. Briar tries to focus himself but to no avail. Briar loses himself in anticipation, unable to come to grips with the coming events that are about to unfold. Something so unlike his boring narrow life such as far. He seems very excited, but for what, you ask? Well....Keep reading.
To calm himself he steps out of his apartment, walks down the corridor of the slightly ghetto building, and steps onto the entryway a few feet from his apartment door. Forgetting briefly whats been causing his excitement and anxiety. He lights a cigarette. Slowly reaching into his pocket he takes out a pack of MARLBORO MENTHOL 100's, not his usual brand, but they do in a pinch. He takes out a smoke with his right hand placing it in his mouth, the cigarette rests briefly. Reaching into his other pocket his pulls out a standard looking zippo lighter, Briar rolls the flint, the wick ignites, and the flame just a fraction of an inch from the smoke, he hesitates, briefly savoring the moment. Then, finally, the cigarette ignites.
TO BE CONTINUED...??
What do you think?
Last edited by Superman XX5 on Apr 3rd, 2016 at 07:49 AM