Day 54
"I know that you love me. I know that you still care about me. Even though you don't say it." he said.
Rachel. Her name was still swirling in her head. She was that person once a long time ago.
She had ambition.
She had dreams.
But they beat it out of her.
and so she gave her only daughter to a woman who resembled her.
Who she knew would protect her.
Who had the fire in her eyes.
The same as her.
A model, a dancer, a woman.
an agent.
But free.
Unlike her.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Monday, August 27, 2012
Low Road
Day 53
"I picked her out myself," she said.
"What? What are you talking about?" he said in a confused rather than angry voice.
"She is a good woman and I knew that if anything happened to me that you would need someone to look after you. That and I knew that she resembled our daughter enough that people would believe you were the couple who conceived her," she said this very matter of fact.
"We shared so many years together..." he trailed off in disbelief.
"I know and they were good ones but now they are gone and so is everything but our memories." she tried to reassure him.
"Look I love you. I can't undo that. I don't understand your life. I never will but that doesn't change things." he said. She was surprised that he didn't reject her. For she knew that was the reaction the organization was looking for.
"Our relationship is too complicated to survive." she said.
"I don't believe that Rachel."
It was the first time she heard her name used, her real name used in such a long time.
But how could he possibly know the truth?
"I picked her out myself," she said.
"What? What are you talking about?" he said in a confused rather than angry voice.
"She is a good woman and I knew that if anything happened to me that you would need someone to look after you. That and I knew that she resembled our daughter enough that people would believe you were the couple who conceived her," she said this very matter of fact.
"We shared so many years together..." he trailed off in disbelief.
"I know and they were good ones but now they are gone and so is everything but our memories." she tried to reassure him.
"Look I love you. I can't undo that. I don't understand your life. I never will but that doesn't change things." he said. She was surprised that he didn't reject her. For she knew that was the reaction the organization was looking for.
"Our relationship is too complicated to survive." she said.
"I don't believe that Rachel."
It was the first time she heard her name used, her real name used in such a long time.
But how could he possibly know the truth?
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Low Road
Day 52
They were on a train. Reunited just like all of those years ago. The emotions were far too strong.
"'They made me go away. I had to go. For your safety. They would have killed you. I did it all for you... and her."
"You faked your own death and the kidnapping of our daughter for me?" he said.
"I did." she whispered.
"Look I don't expect you to understand. These things are complex." she then realized how what she had said had sounded.
"Am I not smart enough to understand?" he shouted.
"Besides I've found somebody else." he stated.
"I know." she said.
They were on a train. Reunited just like all of those years ago. The emotions were far too strong.
"'They made me go away. I had to go. For your safety. They would have killed you. I did it all for you... and her."
"You faked your own death and the kidnapping of our daughter for me?" he said.
"I did." she whispered.
"Look I don't expect you to understand. These things are complex." she then realized how what she had said had sounded.
"Am I not smart enough to understand?" he shouted.
"Besides I've found somebody else." he stated.
"I know." she said.
Low Road
Day 51
"What do you want?" she said calmly.
The man said, " you."
"Excuse me?" she said.
"To come with me." he said.
"Are you going to kill me?" she could barely get the words out.
"No. I am not the enemy but I need you to come with me. Once they figure out who you are you will be dead." the man with the gloved hand said.
"Why should I trust you." she said.
"Because it looks like you have no choice."
As they turned a group of men appeared.
One of them the leader spoke.
"You are under arrest for the kidnapping of..."
Just then the man with the gloved man pulled an explosive device from his coat. Smoke filled the backstage area of the catwalk. He then handed her a mask, "put this on."
They ran down a flight of stairs to the exit. They cleared it. As they pushed the door to the alley open the street was covered with police. A voice through a megaphone spoke " we have you surrounded."
The man with the gloved hand said, "No you have nothing."
Just then a flash of blinding light illuminated the alley and he and her were gone.
"What do you want?" she said calmly.
The man said, " you."
"Excuse me?" she said.
"To come with me." he said.
"Are you going to kill me?" she could barely get the words out.
"No. I am not the enemy but I need you to come with me. Once they figure out who you are you will be dead." the man with the gloved hand said.
"Why should I trust you." she said.
"Because it looks like you have no choice."
As they turned a group of men appeared.
One of them the leader spoke.
"You are under arrest for the kidnapping of..."
Just then the man with the gloved man pulled an explosive device from his coat. Smoke filled the backstage area of the catwalk. He then handed her a mask, "put this on."
They ran down a flight of stairs to the exit. They cleared it. As they pushed the door to the alley open the street was covered with police. A voice through a megaphone spoke " we have you surrounded."
The man with the gloved hand said, "No you have nothing."
Just then a flash of blinding light illuminated the alley and he and her were gone.
A Reflection
Day 50
A reflection on the first 50 days of 100 Days of Summer.
My favorite entry was the first one because it was the first time I released any "new" music in over 3 years.
My original concept was to create 10 new songs and give them away as an instrumental album. My computer started to act up on the third day and I still haven't resolved how to fix it. Due to that my process has changed because after two days of music I switched to writing a story. Something that I was not planning on doing.
I am enjoying it. Now that I am back to work there a few days where I don't post anything because I want to make sure that I give it my best. I am excited about where the story goes. Even though I wrote an ending that doesn't mean that it is going to be the one that will be used.
The best part of this project is that we will all see together where this story goes and what it leads to. and hoepfully there will still be some more music.
A reflection on the first 50 days of 100 Days of Summer.
My favorite entry was the first one because it was the first time I released any "new" music in over 3 years.
My original concept was to create 10 new songs and give them away as an instrumental album. My computer started to act up on the third day and I still haven't resolved how to fix it. Due to that my process has changed because after two days of music I switched to writing a story. Something that I was not planning on doing.
I am enjoying it. Now that I am back to work there a few days where I don't post anything because I want to make sure that I give it my best. I am excited about where the story goes. Even though I wrote an ending that doesn't mean that it is going to be the one that will be used.
The best part of this project is that we will all see together where this story goes and what it leads to. and hoepfully there will still be some more music.
Low Road
Day 49
They had met outside of a cafe. He was purusing the newstand and she was purchasing a magazine with her image on it.
He happened to glance over at her and then at the magazine in her hand.
"That's you" he said.
"Surprised?" she responded.
"No. You look good. I mean I hope I'm not being to forward." "You look good sounds a little you know." he said.
"Scetchy?" she finished.
He laughed and she smiled.
She knew who he was. It had dawned on her. He had seen the news reports of a man who came home one day to find his wife and daughter abducted. The government had later released a report that they were presumed dead and that he was not a suspect.
"My name is ...." she trailed off.
"Peter. My name is Peter." His name might have been Peter. She couldn't remember. They might have mentioned it on the news it had been such a long time ago.
As the lights in the dressing room started to fade she gathered her things and began to walk towards the exit.
When she put her hand on the door a gloved hand reached for hers.
She was startled.
She was not an agent.
They had met outside of a cafe. He was purusing the newstand and she was purchasing a magazine with her image on it.
He happened to glance over at her and then at the magazine in her hand.
"That's you" he said.
"Surprised?" she responded.
"No. You look good. I mean I hope I'm not being to forward." "You look good sounds a little you know." he said.
"Scetchy?" she finished.
He laughed and she smiled.
She knew who he was. It had dawned on her. He had seen the news reports of a man who came home one day to find his wife and daughter abducted. The government had later released a report that they were presumed dead and that he was not a suspect.
"My name is ...." she trailed off.
"Peter. My name is Peter." His name might have been Peter. She couldn't remember. They might have mentioned it on the news it had been such a long time ago.
As the lights in the dressing room started to fade she gathered her things and began to walk towards the exit.
When she put her hand on the door a gloved hand reached for hers.
She was startled.
She was not an agent.
Low Road
Day 48
The sound of crowd had dispersed. She was sitting in her chair staring at her made up face in the mirror. Would he still love her once he found her again? She always believed that his wife and daughter were still alive. She just had a feeling.
They had been away from each other for a few days when she had heard the news.
There was an alleged member of a state intelligence agency who was being pursued for the kidnapping of the daughter of a school teacher.
She slowly started to remove her make up.
Girlfriend? He barely could touch her? He felt too much guilt.
She told him that it was alright.
More proof that she was alive possibly.
The sound of crowd had dispersed. She was sitting in her chair staring at her made up face in the mirror. Would he still love her once he found her again? She always believed that his wife and daughter were still alive. She just had a feeling.
They had been away from each other for a few days when she had heard the news.
There was an alleged member of a state intelligence agency who was being pursued for the kidnapping of the daughter of a school teacher.
She slowly started to remove her make up.
Girlfriend? He barely could touch her? He felt too much guilt.
She told him that it was alright.
More proof that she was alive possibly.
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Low Road
Day 47
The sound of a cello filled the house. The music was similar to that of her mothers. She felt the vibrations of the sound and escaped to a place she could be free.
Her mother did the same so many times by putting the ibuds in her ears. Just like she did the first time in a long time she had seen her father face to face in the train station.
The protector of the girl was looking out the window and pulling the window shut.
A chorus of angels surrounded her imagination.
Face to face they woke up.
Reunited her parents they were.
Together and apart the shall be again.
Until their family is reunited.
She felt this way every time she played.
The years had passed but her love for them grew.
She didn't understand why but she just didn't feel a part.
Of the one.
They told her was.
Her mother.
The strangers in the pictures she kept.
They looked.
Familiar.
The sound of a cello filled the house. The music was similar to that of her mothers. She felt the vibrations of the sound and escaped to a place she could be free.
Her mother did the same so many times by putting the ibuds in her ears. Just like she did the first time in a long time she had seen her father face to face in the train station.
The protector of the girl was looking out the window and pulling the window shut.
A chorus of angels surrounded her imagination.
Face to face they woke up.
Reunited her parents they were.
Together and apart the shall be again.
Until their family is reunited.
She felt this way every time she played.
The years had passed but her love for them grew.
She didn't understand why but she just didn't feel a part.
Of the one.
They told her was.
Her mother.
The strangers in the pictures she kept.
They looked.
Familiar.
Monday, August 20, 2012
Low Road
Day 46
She was sitting at a typewriter. Pounding the keys. Responding to correspondence.
The little girl was sitting by the window playing with her crayons and paper.
The teacher had started working at the school a few years ago. She had told them that she was her child. When she found the girl abandoned she knew she had to raise her as her own.
She and her husband had wanted a child but he was a solider and was killed a long time ago in a country that many have forgotten the name of. Boundaries are redrawn and old enemies are renamed.
She called the girl her grandmothers name. She felt it was fitting. They were inseparable.
She had joined the agency shortly after the death of her husband. He was a good man who wanted to change the world. She wasn't so sure if it could be changed. She had grown calloused. She wanted to find another way. A way to let it out. A way to mask the pain by feeling it again. She wanted to be emotional.
But it was just no use.
"Mommy," the girl said.
The words were still foreign to her.
She was sitting at a typewriter. Pounding the keys. Responding to correspondence.
The little girl was sitting by the window playing with her crayons and paper.
The teacher had started working at the school a few years ago. She had told them that she was her child. When she found the girl abandoned she knew she had to raise her as her own.
She and her husband had wanted a child but he was a solider and was killed a long time ago in a country that many have forgotten the name of. Boundaries are redrawn and old enemies are renamed.
She called the girl her grandmothers name. She felt it was fitting. They were inseparable.
She had joined the agency shortly after the death of her husband. He was a good man who wanted to change the world. She wasn't so sure if it could be changed. She had grown calloused. She wanted to find another way. A way to let it out. A way to mask the pain by feeling it again. She wanted to be emotional.
But it was just no use.
"Mommy," the girl said.
The words were still foreign to her.
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Low Road
Day 45
The school yard was empty that day. The sound of children running up and down the halls was still present. There was a flag in the distance.
The sound of the children laughing was quickly silenced. A female voice started to address them over a loud speaker. Inside the classroom the students were dressed in identical uniforms.
She was sitting there quietly in her desk like the rest of them. Feeling abandoned. Isolated and alone. Wondering where her parents were as one by one the other students were picked up from the school house.
The teacher walked over to her. "It's going to be o.k." she said. The teacher was instructed to treat her like all the others but to also keep an eye on her. She was told that her parents were murdered. She was also instructed to protect the child from anyone who was not authorized to take her to and from the campus.
As the teacher walked back to her desk she leaned over to pick up her belongings the outline of a firearm was briefly revealed where her blouse and her skirt met.
She was a kind woman but there was a fire in her eyes. When she was a young girl her parents were murdered in front of her so she knew the isolation and rage.
She shared in the moment and then let it go.
As she went to grab her belongings she opened up her folder to reveal pictures.
It was the photograph of a couple.
The couple who were not allowed near the child.
and she was the girls protector.
The school yard was empty that day. The sound of children running up and down the halls was still present. There was a flag in the distance.
The sound of the children laughing was quickly silenced. A female voice started to address them over a loud speaker. Inside the classroom the students were dressed in identical uniforms.
She was sitting there quietly in her desk like the rest of them. Feeling abandoned. Isolated and alone. Wondering where her parents were as one by one the other students were picked up from the school house.
The teacher walked over to her. "It's going to be o.k." she said. The teacher was instructed to treat her like all the others but to also keep an eye on her. She was told that her parents were murdered. She was also instructed to protect the child from anyone who was not authorized to take her to and from the campus.
As the teacher walked back to her desk she leaned over to pick up her belongings the outline of a firearm was briefly revealed where her blouse and her skirt met.
She was a kind woman but there was a fire in her eyes. When she was a young girl her parents were murdered in front of her so she knew the isolation and rage.
She shared in the moment and then let it go.
As she went to grab her belongings she opened up her folder to reveal pictures.
It was the photograph of a couple.
The couple who were not allowed near the child.
and she was the girls protector.
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Low Road
Day 44
The director sat a across the room supported by a lone chair.
He was speaking to her but she was unable to focus.
Her stomach was starting to feel pain.
She was beginning to put the pieces together.
She had to remain calm.
"Smile and nod," she told herself.
"Take the envelope when he hands it to you," she thought again.
Just then the lights failed.
The power went out and smoke filled the room.
The director disappeared in the haze.
She was sitting alone. She reached for her gun.
It wasn't there.
Instead there was a hand and a voice that said, "C'mon we don't have much time."
She recognized it immediately.
"She's alive," she said.
"I know." he responded.
The sound of fireworks surrounded them.
The sound of freedom
The director sat a across the room supported by a lone chair.
He was speaking to her but she was unable to focus.
Her stomach was starting to feel pain.
She was beginning to put the pieces together.
She had to remain calm.
"Smile and nod," she told herself.
"Take the envelope when he hands it to you," she thought again.
Just then the lights failed.
The power went out and smoke filled the room.
The director disappeared in the haze.
She was sitting alone. She reached for her gun.
It wasn't there.
Instead there was a hand and a voice that said, "C'mon we don't have much time."
She recognized it immediately.
"She's alive," she said.
"I know." he responded.
The sound of fireworks surrounded them.
The sound of freedom
Friday, August 17, 2012
Low Road
Day 43
She held on to their relationship as long as she could.
The director had convinced her that it would be best to protect the one she loved if she faked her own death. Her own kidnapping. and that her daughter would be left unharmed.
The plan was for him to come home and find signs of a struggle and their daughter asleep in her room.
When he came home he found a sign of a struggle and an empty house.
and that is when he began collecting clues.
Clues that would lead them both to a train station.
A suitcase.
and the hope of a future together together.
Beyond the agency.
But first they had to find each other
again.
She held on to their relationship as long as she could.
The director had convinced her that it would be best to protect the one she loved if she faked her own death. Her own kidnapping. and that her daughter would be left unharmed.
The plan was for him to come home and find signs of a struggle and their daughter asleep in her room.
When he came home he found a sign of a struggle and an empty house.
and that is when he began collecting clues.
Clues that would lead them both to a train station.
A suitcase.
and the hope of a future together together.
Beyond the agency.
But first they had to find each other
again.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Low Road
Day 42
She sat there stunned. She was exhausted. She felt used. The organization was making her crazy.
The orbit of her universe was falling.
The music that she once had time to love had been silenced.
His voice, his breath, his kiss.
Their daughter.
He thought that she was dead.
That both of them were dead.
Now he knew the truth.
The whole story.
She had to find them.
Was this new director telling her the truth.
She didn't know.
She had to...
Know.
She sat there stunned. She was exhausted. She felt used. The organization was making her crazy.
The orbit of her universe was falling.
The music that she once had time to love had been silenced.
His voice, his breath, his kiss.
Their daughter.
He thought that she was dead.
That both of them were dead.
Now he knew the truth.
The whole story.
She had to find them.
Was this new director telling her the truth.
She didn't know.
She had to...
Know.
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Low Road
Day 41
The child they never mentioned again. It was just too painful.
The day she went missing. The day mother and child went missing.
He was the only one left at the house.
Alone.
His whole life searching for them.
Believeing that she was dead.
A fathers love for his child.
His only loves in life.
Taken from him at such a young age.
Until he found a clue.
She was the clue.
The child they never mentioned again. It was just too painful.
The day she went missing. The day mother and child went missing.
He was the only one left at the house.
Alone.
His whole life searching for them.
Believeing that she was dead.
A fathers love for his child.
His only loves in life.
Taken from him at such a young age.
Until he found a clue.
She was the clue.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Low Road
Day 40
Could this new director be an impostor? she thought to herself. Did the agency really think that she would not notice? She was trained by them to detect the frauds.
and then he began to speak.
"I can tell by your expression that you are confused. I am not the director you are used to meeting. There is not just one director. In order for our organization to survive we had to multiply. If one of us should meet our downfall the organization would still survive. Do you understand?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied.
He then reached in his pocket and removed a small package. He approached her, " I believe this is yours."
She reached for the package and removed it from his hand. As she opened it she realized what it was. "How could this be?" she asked.
"Your daughter," he replied. "She would want this, no?
"Yes she would," she said.
"She is alive." He said.
"How?"
Could this new director be an impostor? she thought to herself. Did the agency really think that she would not notice? She was trained by them to detect the frauds.
and then he began to speak.
"I can tell by your expression that you are confused. I am not the director you are used to meeting. There is not just one director. In order for our organization to survive we had to multiply. If one of us should meet our downfall the organization would still survive. Do you understand?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied.
He then reached in his pocket and removed a small package. He approached her, " I believe this is yours."
She reached for the package and removed it from his hand. As she opened it she realized what it was. "How could this be?" she asked.
"Your daughter," he replied. "She would want this, no?
"Yes she would," she said.
"She is alive." He said.
"How?"
Monday, August 13, 2012
Comic Con Revisited Revisited
Day 39
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| Criminal Minds Signing |
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| Criminal Minds Signing |
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| Criminal Minds Signing |
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| Mandalorians |
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| Ninja Turtles |
Comic Con Revisted
Day 38
Here's some more Comic-Con 2012 pictures.
Here's some more Comic-Con 2012 pictures.
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| Tron Light Cycle from The Reagan Museum The Treasures of Disney |
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| Looper |
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| Man of Steel |
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| Adios |
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| Batcycle |
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Low Road
Day 37
He had tried to get her off of his mind.
She was a phantom of his imagination at this point.
It was a summer day. There was no one in the house but him.
He sat on the floor.
Staring.
At the photographs.
The phone rang.
A tear fell in heaven.
He believed that she was dead and their daughter as well.
and then he found the suitcase.
and that is when he knew.
She left inside of it a clue.
Even though she wasn't supposed to.
He hit erase.
He had tried to get her off of his mind.
She was a phantom of his imagination at this point.
It was a summer day. There was no one in the house but him.
He sat on the floor.
Staring.
At the photographs.
The phone rang.
A tear fell in heaven.
He believed that she was dead and their daughter as well.
and then he found the suitcase.
and that is when he knew.
She left inside of it a clue.
Even though she wasn't supposed to.
He hit erase.
Friday, August 10, 2012
Low Road
Day 36
"0880" was the number on the file. She knew this meant. The end of everything. They wanted her to "elimate him."
Their love was a lie.
She had to convince him of this to force him away. She didn't know how but she just had to find one.
"0880" was the number on the file. She knew this meant. The end of everything. They wanted her to "elimate him."
Their love was a lie.
She had to convince him of this to force him away. She didn't know how but she just had to find one.
Thursday, August 09, 2012
Low Road
Day 35
They were married. He and her. Forever happily after.
But that day never came.
She was the one who walked away.
She died and he never knew the truth.
He searched for years.
Carrying around her suitcase from location to location.
Looking for her.
Just one more time.
To hold her.
To kiss her.
To touch her.
To love her.
He wanted to feel alive.
One last time.
Before she ...
Died.
They were married. He and her. Forever happily after.
But that day never came.
She was the one who walked away.
She died and he never knew the truth.
He searched for years.
Carrying around her suitcase from location to location.
Looking for her.
Just one more time.
To hold her.
To kiss her.
To touch her.
To love her.
He wanted to feel alive.
One last time.
Before she ...
Died.
Wednesday, August 08, 2012
Low Road
Day 34
She sat alone. Like so many times before. The heat of his embrace scared her. Yet she was drawn to him. She couldn't pull away. Until of course the one night when she did.
She remembers the songs that they used to listen to. He was always too nervous to draw close. Constantly chattering when she was around. and then it stopped. They seemed right together.
She was always an agent. He just didn't know. He must have suspected. He never talked about it. He loved her too much. She was very careful to protect their identity.
They would have stayed together. But after the loss that they suffered.
Together.
They pulled apart.
She sat alone. Like so many times before. The heat of his embrace scared her. Yet she was drawn to him. She couldn't pull away. Until of course the one night when she did.
She remembers the songs that they used to listen to. He was always too nervous to draw close. Constantly chattering when she was around. and then it stopped. They seemed right together.
She was always an agent. He just didn't know. He must have suspected. He never talked about it. He loved her too much. She was very careful to protect their identity.
They would have stayed together. But after the loss that they suffered.
Together.
They pulled apart.
Tuesday, August 07, 2012
Low Road
Day 33
She thought back to their first meeting. An encounter that started off a chain of events.
She was a young girl. They went to the same school. He was a few months younger than her. He was so much more self-assured than her.
He took his time with her. Allowed her her flaws. But then she became something else through time.
She knew he would always love her.
Even if he didn't admit it.
Even if they never saw each other again.
She thought back to their first meeting. An encounter that started off a chain of events.
She was a young girl. They went to the same school. He was a few months younger than her. He was so much more self-assured than her.
He took his time with her. Allowed her her flaws. But then she became something else through time.
She knew he would always love her.
Even if he didn't admit it.
Even if they never saw each other again.
Monday, August 06, 2012
Low Road
Day 32
They had a shared history. One that was monumental.
They went on so many assignments together when they were younger. They fell in love. But then she began to change.
She told him that she wanted to be with him. He resisted. She told him she would do what she needed to to survive.
He was left stunned. Shocked. Tormented by his emotions. Who had she become. They were once so close.
That was the last time they talked. That was the last time they were in a room together.
They had a shared history. One that was monumental.
They went on so many assignments together when they were younger. They fell in love. But then she began to change.
She told him that she wanted to be with him. He resisted. She told him she would do what she needed to to survive.
He was left stunned. Shocked. Tormented by his emotions. Who had she become. They were once so close.
That was the last time they talked. That was the last time they were in a room together.
Sunday, August 05, 2012
Low Road
Day 32
He had only wanted to live just a little while longer. He wanted to see her through. She was faithful to him and he to her. She knew that there was a sadness in his heart that was beyond her repair.
He would weep for his youth from beyond the door that was closed to her. A heart that cared but for whom.
He wanted to make his move. His return. But the one he was with now was close to him and he to her and it would not be right.
If they were to reunite it would be on his terms. He knew that he would need to stop living in the past.
He had only wanted to live just a little while longer. He wanted to see her through. She was faithful to him and he to her. She knew that there was a sadness in his heart that was beyond her repair.
He would weep for his youth from beyond the door that was closed to her. A heart that cared but for whom.
He wanted to make his move. His return. But the one he was with now was close to him and he to her and it would not be right.
If they were to reunite it would be on his terms. He knew that he would need to stop living in the past.
Saturday, August 04, 2012
Low Road
Day 31
"Agent it is good to finally meet you. I have heard so many great things about you. It is unfortunate that this latest series of events has transpired," he said.
Something seemed off. He wasn't nervous. His voice was steady. He seemed sincere.
and then it dawned on her. This was not the director. This was someone they had sent in his place.
"Agent it is good to finally meet you. I have heard so many great things about you. It is unfortunate that this latest series of events has transpired," he said.
Something seemed off. He wasn't nervous. His voice was steady. He seemed sincere.
and then it dawned on her. This was not the director. This was someone they had sent in his place.
Friday, August 03, 2012
Low Road
Day 30
She found herself sitting in the lobby of the directors office. He would have questions. The organization had taken care of the details. They had been attacked but why? Were they behind it.
Descending down a staircase was a man dressed in business attire. The director. They had never met face to face. This was a difficult descent. An operative had been lost. He needed to account the cost.
It was a tense moment. The two were to meet for the first time. The conversation was about to begin. A conversation that would change the course of their lives forever.
She found herself sitting in the lobby of the directors office. He would have questions. The organization had taken care of the details. They had been attacked but why? Were they behind it.
Descending down a staircase was a man dressed in business attire. The director. They had never met face to face. This was a difficult descent. An operative had been lost. He needed to account the cost.
It was a tense moment. The two were to meet for the first time. The conversation was about to begin. A conversation that would change the course of their lives forever.
Thursday, August 02, 2012
Low Road
Day 29
She reached into her pocket and pulled out her music player. All she could think about was staying focused. She quickly looked for a song. It wasn’t there instead she found a message. It was titled the same as the song but instead there was no music just his voice.
She wondered how he had gotten ahold of her player without her knowing it. Of course they were all clandestine agents. Their work was unknown to most, expecially to them.
She listened closely, the voice began to speak.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out her music player. All she could think about was staying focused. She quickly looked for a song. It wasn’t there instead she found a message. It was titled the same as the song but instead there was no music just his voice.
She wondered how he had gotten ahold of her player without her knowing it. Of course they were all clandestine agents. Their work was unknown to most, expecially to them.
She listened closely, the voice began to speak.
Wednesday, August 01, 2012
Low Road
Day 28
He reached under the table. There was a scope attached by black electrical tape. He proceeded to remove it and attach it to the gun he had just removed from his coat pocket.
He was ready.
For anything.
His girlfriend was out of town. They cared about each other but she knew the deal. The love of his life was someone else.
He reached under the table. There was a scope attached by black electrical tape. He proceeded to remove it and attach it to the gun he had just removed from his coat pocket.
He was ready.
For anything.
His girlfriend was out of town. They cared about each other but she knew the deal. The love of his life was someone else.
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