Part 5: Robin’s Flight
by
Joseph Devon
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(Please note: This story is the fifth part of a series of stories beginning with, “Part 1: Second Choice,” and while it is designed to stand alone it does draw heavily on the foundation of characters and events that were created in “Part 1: Second Choice,” and continued through Parts 2, 3, and 4. Basically, I have to highly recommend that you start at “Part 1: Second Choice” and continue on in order.)
The graveyard was covered in snow. Hector stood and shuffled his feet, his suit jacket stretching taut across his strong back and shoulders, his mirrored sunglasses a tiny snow covered graveyard all on their own.
Next to him stood a shorter man with a bald eggshell skull and a hat in his hands. He was working the brim of his hat through his fingers, rotating it in circles over and over. Gold rimmed spectacles covered his face like the clasp on a jewelry box. He glanced at the watch on his wrist, then went back to moving his hat through his fingers.
Behind him stood a girl in her early twenties with long hair as dark as a raven and black eyebrows over a plump nose. Her eyes were heavily lidded and the hints of purple makeup surrounding them served to make her hair seem darker. Overall her face gave the impression of stupidity unless she happened to look directly at you, at which point an intense energy was conveyed. The rest of her was bouncy, as if she were six years old and impatiently waiting for something. One of her hands was bare, the other was sheathed in a delicate looking black leather glove. She was staring at the back of the bald man’s head.
“I still don’t understand why Gregor wants to meet with me here of all places,” the short man said looking around at the snow capped gravestones.
“Because he does, Jerome,” Hector said with the air of someone who doesn’t care much about the complaint he’s responding to.
Hector reached over and took Jerome’s arm, pulling it closer he looked down at his watch. Then he turned and looked back over his shoulder at the raven haired woman, holding Jerome’s arm up as if it were merely and extension of the watch, he asked, “Is this right?” Continue reading ‘Part Five: Robin’s Flight’
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