The story.* my brilliant idea*

I walk in.I notice that my clothes are soaked through and I try to ring out my shirt as it pulls against my chest.I take off my shoes. The laces are worn thin. I have had quite a day.
My feet leave dirty prints across the spotless floor, but amongst the rain and mud from my walk lie the feintest tinge of a dull, lifeless red.
I empty my pockets out.a pocketknife,a large sum of money wrapped up in a plastic bag. My broken sunglasses.*fuck* I mutter.This is a more expensive pair this time so the anger is rising.
The phone rings breaking the stillness of the room.

I pace back and forth as I watch with dread to see if the phone stops ringing.

No..He wants results

. My fingers slowly curl around the reciever, I breath deeply and lift it to my ear in silence.

A rasping voice asked, "Is it Safe?"

I stood rigid and silent, like a deer searching the woods for a cougar.

"Is it safe," repeated the voice that sounded as if it had gargled glass to start its day.

Yes" I replied to this voice. It is as safe as it’s going to be. I hear the door knob turn.The sound snapping my head around towards door, as if a right hook had just landed. My mind raced as I grappled with the fact that they were already here.

I knew without a moments hesitation this could be my very last phone call.I put the receiver down. And he walks in. I try hard to not make a sound.Unsure of what side he is on. He walks by me.

Ok..Add on my dears.

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adios Siarai