[Sodium_noir] Whispers of the Past

[Bill]

John, Abby
Beneath Mike's Place

The drive from Madame Sinclair's party to John's store
was uneventful.  The BMW swerved through traffic
swiftly, darting between cars and down the streets as
if the driver knew where obsticles were going to be
before they could materialize.

It was late.  And a quiet had settled upon the city, a
moment before dawn when the world seemed to gather its
breath for the new day.  That was the moment they were
in now, and it seemed appropriate considering . . .

When they arrived, John parked the car in the alley of
the building, got out, and ushered Abby out of the car
and escorted her down the alleyway.

It was dark.  The only light present didn't dispell
the darkness, but instead made it deeper.  Night
vision was destroyed making it easier for unknown
things to lurk at the edge, waiting for an unwary
pedestrian that might be dragged out of this world and
into another.

At first glance, the walls were covered with graffiti.
 It was only upon closer inspection that one might
notice that instead of random patterns it was actually
words in various languages:  Hebrew, Latin, Mandarin,
Sanskrit, Aramaic, Chaldean, just to name a few.  The
lines of text seemed to weaveand merge like waves in
an ocean.  Each ripple created a new meaning.

They walked down the street, and at the end of the
alley a single door, above it painted a golden eye.  

John produced a key and unlocked the door, ushering
her in.

They were in the loading dock of the store.  Off to
the side was the collection of materials that had been
neatly stacked there earlier.  

tags Abby

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"I swear, as God as my witness, I thought turkeys could fly."
-- Les Nessman

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