Was There

as reply to keith heads to the airport

Dave moved slow across the parking lot hiding under car after car. Going from tire to tire, but there wasn't anyone there. This made him worry more. Where did they go. He threw one stone down under a string of cars no movement nothing. 

He had to make it to the other side. 

There he'd then have to get across the street and across the park to his place.


 Or where they made him stay. He clutched his side. Some blood likely, the stiches were breaking through. He moved quickly now. Once he made it to the other side the sidewalk was bright with light, here a busier street cars whipped by. He felt like a bug under a magnifying glass once he stepped out into the light. 

He moved quickly a lull in traffic and he booked it across. Making to the other side with just a honk from a passing car. In the park, he disappeared into the bush. He felt more exposed, but more capable here. He got lower, adrenaline easing the pain, and listened. 

The leaves breathed and cheered overhead, and cast different shadows on the ground, but it didn't sound like anyone else was there. 
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