storm closing in

He had been killed. He had offered the girls a nicer place. With a beautiful smile and kindness in his heart. It hadn’t been his fault. They were after him. He was running from them. But a man had still died. And someone was to blame. He hadn’t seen the body. He hoped they hadn’t either.

He walked the streets at the storm closed in. The poisonous fumes in the air behind him. He walked faster.

The man had shown him a beautiful smile when he had tried to check in. Nothing but smiles. And very helpful.

The storm was alive. It was alive and very poisonous. It could kill you in minutes. Almost as fast as a regular person’s regular walking pace. Heavy and purple.

The lobby had been gilded gold. It wasn’t a bad place to work. He had checked in to a room near the top. The girls had been given the suite by the now-deceased. One of those that was only reserved for the top one percent. The man had known that they wouldn’t come in these times. He had offered it to the girls, without charging them the extra fare that came with it. They wouldn’t know who this room was reserved for. Most people didn’t even know it existed.

The only way you survived is if you could picture the map and the circle where it would not reach. He was almost there. The storm was sauntering along behind him.

Before the girls could do anything, he had left. As he was on his way to the next place, he had found out that the nice elderly gentleman had died. It was an accident. Of course it would look like an accident. He knew what it was. He was sure the girls knew too. And then they found him. Cornered him while he was with one of his friends.

The circle was very small. He was worried about what would happen if it became smaller. At the moment, he just needed to get inside.

The friend had raised an eyebrow. They were very beautiful. They were also women spurned. And a wrathful woman is the most dangerous thing. They had accused him of being responsible for that death, almost with tears in their eyes. Ah, if only they knew. So they had fine feelings too. Then they accused him of what was out in the domain. He had wondered where it would all lead. Where was the end. The one in the middle, the blonde told him that when they had hooked up, she laughed as she began to describe it. And then left without finishing, and said she had recorded it. The implication felt like a sigh of relief to him. They left, their threat hanging heavy in the air.

It was purple. It was alive. It was poisonous. The storm was on his back. He walked briskly.

The friend had asked him what he thought. He said he wasn’t that concerned. He had left.

Now he was here making his way to the next spot.