one cell mate. Here, one person slept above him, a pair slept in bunk beds next to his, behind him and so on. People snored and shifted on their cots.
He rubbed the head of the beagle dozing on his stomach. The small dog was finally comfortable after its ordeal.
Fumbling in the dark, Vasyl reached into his back pack and pulled out Ryker's cell phone. The light blinded him as he flipped through the gallery for pictures of Niels. Why were there only four pictures? Did Ryker delete the rest? That selfish asshole.
Vasyl pushed those thoughts aside. He scratched the dog behind its ears. His feelings about Niels rotated from sadness to anger to helplessness. Everyone knew who killed him yet no one had done anything. It has been over …show more content…
The lights were shut off again. It took a while for the sense of unease to bleed out of people so they could rest. The mattress above Vasyl protruded like a pregnant belly. He crawled from his hidey hole and went to his bunk.
By the side of the bed was his back pack and duffel bag. Where's the dog?
"Shit," Vasyl exclaimed. His bunk mate pointed to the back hall. Vasyl put on the backpack and slung the duffel across his body.
An alarm sound as the emergency exit opened. Shit. Vasyl ran down the hall and barged through the exit, sounding the alarm again. He looked around. Charlie loped down the street, pushing his shopping cart with the beagle tied up inside. The few light poles in the urban neighborhood turned his shadows into ghoulish shapes. Damn it Charles, how could you?
Vasyl ran after him. The duffel bag banged into his ribs. Charlie was faster than his seventy-ish physique appeared. Catching up to him, Vasyl threw down his bags and cut the human off.
"Got a little something of mine," Vasyl said, holding his hands out to stop the cart. Flies buzzed around it. The stench nearly doubled him …show more content…
One of True Sight’s many gifts was enhanced senses. An anemic polyester filled pillow was useless. The more he struggled not to hear the louder they sounded. Defeated, he turned on the television.
Late night programming offered news and vapid celebrity interview shows. He left the dial on the shopping channel. An array of giant cocktail rings turned on a tray. The female host extolled flexible payment options, just six easy payments of $89.99.
Lying back, Danek tried not to worry about developments behind the cardboard wall. It was out of his control. How could this happen so fast? He wanted the women to be friends, close as sisters even. More than friendship blossomed, judging by Olivia’s fidgety nervousness and blushes whenever Quinn glanced at her. Olivia sneaking into Quinn’s room started four nights ago. To him, Olivia would always be a brown haired girl, clinging onto Cordelia’s leg.
He shook his head. Don’t think about it. We’ve work to do. Unable to rest, Danek got out of bed and
He rubbed the head of the beagle dozing on his stomach. The small dog was finally comfortable after its ordeal.
Fumbling in the dark, Vasyl reached into his back pack and pulled out Ryker's cell phone. The light blinded him as he flipped through the gallery for pictures of Niels. Why were there only four pictures? Did Ryker delete the rest? That selfish asshole.
Vasyl pushed those thoughts aside. He scratched the dog behind its ears. His feelings about Niels rotated from sadness to anger to helplessness. Everyone knew who killed him yet no one had done anything. It has been over …show more content…
The lights were shut off again. It took a while for the sense of unease to bleed out of people so they could rest. The mattress above Vasyl protruded like a pregnant belly. He crawled from his hidey hole and went to his bunk.
By the side of the bed was his back pack and duffel bag. Where's the dog?
"Shit," Vasyl exclaimed. His bunk mate pointed to the back hall. Vasyl put on the backpack and slung the duffel across his body.
An alarm sound as the emergency exit opened. Shit. Vasyl ran down the hall and barged through the exit, sounding the alarm again. He looked around. Charlie loped down the street, pushing his shopping cart with the beagle tied up inside. The few light poles in the urban neighborhood turned his shadows into ghoulish shapes. Damn it Charles, how could you?
Vasyl ran after him. The duffel bag banged into his ribs. Charlie was faster than his seventy-ish physique appeared. Catching up to him, Vasyl threw down his bags and cut the human off.
"Got a little something of mine," Vasyl said, holding his hands out to stop the cart. Flies buzzed around it. The stench nearly doubled him …show more content…
One of True Sight’s many gifts was enhanced senses. An anemic polyester filled pillow was useless. The more he struggled not to hear the louder they sounded. Defeated, he turned on the television.
Late night programming offered news and vapid celebrity interview shows. He left the dial on the shopping channel. An array of giant cocktail rings turned on a tray. The female host extolled flexible payment options, just six easy payments of $89.99.
Lying back, Danek tried not to worry about developments behind the cardboard wall. It was out of his control. How could this happen so fast? He wanted the women to be friends, close as sisters even. More than friendship blossomed, judging by Olivia’s fidgety nervousness and blushes whenever Quinn glanced at her. Olivia sneaking into Quinn’s room started four nights ago. To him, Olivia would always be a brown haired girl, clinging onto Cordelia’s leg.
He shook his head. Don’t think about it. We’ve work to do. Unable to rest, Danek got out of bed and