Grin
“He sighed deeply, the deserted road beyond the rain-spattered windshield beginning to bore him. The rain had let up, reduced to the occasional dull thud as a stray drop from the overhead power cables hit the soaked bonnet of the vehicle.
"They're two hours late." He fumbled in his pocket and retrieved his Zippo. Bradley stared at it, admired the craftsmanship, enamored as the moonlight danced off the stainless steel and its precise engravings. He flicked the lighter lid open, ignited it, st...ared at the dancing yellow flame and closed it.
He repeated the process.
Once, twice, three times.
"Do you mind?" Philip Andrews uttered, his eyes staring at a particular street, one he expected his companions to emerge from at any second. The more he stared, the more frustrated he became. He concentrated, blurring everything around the dark street until it was his primary, and only, focus. He felt his anger rise – every second with no result made him seethe more, his patience fraying.MoreLess
"They're two hours late." He fumbled in his pocket and retrieved his Zippo. Bradley stared at it, admired the craftsmanship, enamored as the moonlight danced off the stainless steel and its precise engravings. He flicked the lighter lid open, ignited it, st...ared at the dancing yellow flame and closed it.
He repeated the process.
Once, twice, three times.
"Do you mind?" Philip Andrews uttered, his eyes staring at a particular street, one he expected his companions to emerge from at any second. The more he stared, the more frustrated he became. He concentrated, blurring everything around the dark street until it was his primary, and only, focus. He felt his anger rise – every second with no result made him seethe more, his patience fraying.MoreLess
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