A faint whisper of a candle wakes them both up. Did the shot go off?
“My friend, this is not the time to lay in slumber”
Chris had about him a clarity unbeknownst to Thomas. If he really thought about it, even now was he shrouded in that dark haze of desire, ambition and id. But then, Chris, reached out to him with an invitation of novelty.
“What happened? I thought that was a pellet gun or something. Eugene is always fucking around with one of those and scaring the other street folk with his newest recycled gargabe.”
“Sorry, my friend, that chapter is closed for good. The streets don’t concern us anymore.”
Thomas had tears drowning his cheeks almost immediately. As if he had not even heard the entirety of Chris’ conjecture or decree, Thomas let his eyes bawl as he carefully arranged his belongings for the journey ahead. “These things happen. One day you’re tending to triage, next day you’re a victim. We did our best for those depraved souls though, there’s no doubt about that.” He picked up his gloves, collected the remainder of his half complete Soduko and looked across the cabin ailse.
“So, what’s next on this ride that won’t be an utter disappointment?”
“hahaha” Chris bellowed… “not that it’s any surprise to you, there’s an afternoon sun we need to revisit”
Unearthing Treasures 