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by J. C. Daniels


  It wasn’t age, though.

  Ambivalence and ennui were more to blame than anything else and after two days of cooling my heels and worrying about the danger I might have placed the kid in, the ambivalence and ennui were gone. Gone, burnt up in a fire of my own making and now I was seeing clearer than I had in…too long.

  This was my fault.

  I’d let Doyle think he might get put in harm’s way and now it was to me to fix it.

  But first, I had to find him.

  And the best means to do that weren’t in my control.

  I was as arrogant as they came, but I wasn’t so blind as to believe that I controlled everything.

  Wise men knew when to look to the outside. That’s what I should have already done.

  But it wasn’t too late to fix things.

  Leaning against light post, I watched as she went into the small, cramped office space where she worked.

  I’d been waiting outside here since dawn, watching, waiting.

  Nobody had been by.

  The strip mall just down the street belonged to the Lady and after I’d given them a single, hard look, they’d disappeared, leaving me in peace to continue my study. Nobody had gone in since she’d arrived well over an hour earlier.

  I hadn’t heard her take a single phone call—and I would have.

  From here, I could just barely make out her occasional mutter, the soft comments she made to herself.

  But no phone calls.

  “Quit wasting time,” I said.

  Doyle might not have all that much left.

  Pushing away from the light post, I took the first step onto the sidewalk, then the next.

  I had the craziest feeling I had just set myself on a collision course, but if it was going to help me find Doyle?

  I’d smash through whatever was coming, and then some.

  This short story was made possible with the help of patrons.

  Special thanks to:

  Samantha Anne Hauser

  EvilE

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  Larry Omans

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  The Fricking End…

  Or not

  Blade Song

 

 

 


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