The apartment was sweaty with the heat. He got in and shut the door the blackness surrounded him. He fumbled for the remote the AC unit attached to wall. It whirred to life and started pushing out cold air. And dave plopped down in front of it.
"Not your usual but a little spice to keep you warm up there."
It was a hot soup, spicy. Then a set of fried dumplings with pork in them. Also spicy.
He at that this first. He felt like he needed the ritual, but stepping into this new life. Sweat pour from his brow and he took his shirt off. The small window unit not doing enough he thought. He went to the sink for water, and drank a few gulps.
He sat on the couch spiced out, and sweating.
The duffle bag seemed to draw him to it.
The usual stuff, bands of cash two currencies American and Canadian.
Then his passport, and a gun, and a bulled proof vest.
Then finally on the side pocket, a key to a car.
He went to the window, and clicked lock, a car's lights flashed on and off.
All the way on the other side of the lot.
"Not your usual but a little spice to keep you warm up there."
It was a hot soup, spicy. Then a set of fried dumplings with pork in them. Also spicy.
He at that this first. He felt like he needed the ritual, but stepping into this new life. Sweat pour from his brow and he took his shirt off. The small window unit not doing enough he thought. He went to the sink for water, and drank a few gulps.
He sat on the couch spiced out, and sweating.
The duffle bag seemed to draw him to it.
The usual stuff, bands of cash two currencies American and Canadian.
Then his passport, and a gun, and a bulled proof vest.
Then finally on the side pocket, a key to a car.
He went to the window, and clicked lock, a car's lights flashed on and off.
All the way on the other side of the lot.
