A Cold Cup of Java

2007-03-18T11:33:41Z

Angelica stared out the window at the slow drizzle, a steaming cup of coffee clutched in her left hand. The soft patter of the rain against the glass took her back to her childhood; back to a time when things were far simpler.

Does life get more complex as you get older or is it simply that you pay more attention to the complex things? Would she have given a second thought to Derek had she still be ten? No, of course not, because she wouldn’t have spoken to him, let alone spent time thinking about him.

She shook away the cobwebs and focused her eyes on the rain. It was time to stop this self deprecation. She set the cold cup of coffee down and forced herself to stand up. A warm shower and some food would help, but first she should make a phone call.

The End of Adam

2007-03-17T11:17:22Z

Adam reached over to the night stand without bothering to turn his head. When his fingers wrapped around the cold steel handle of the weapon he felt the usual surge of panic. His heart began beating faster; breathing suddenly became something that took effort.

This was her fault. In the end that is really all that mattered. If she hadn’t done it then he wouldn’t be here right now.

He pulled the weapon towards him. The barrel scrapped against the wood of the table, leaving a small trail, next to the others that were already there. His hand momentarily dropped as the weight of the weapon slipped off the tabletop. It always surprised him how heavy the thing was.

This time was different. He wasn’t going to let her do this to him again. He was going to end it now.

Adam couldn’t stop himself from wincing as the cold barrel touched his temple. His blood now sang in his ears and his breathing was coming in quick ragged heaves. A sob tore from his throat when he touched the cool metal of the trigger.

A Marine's Stories

A Cold Cup of Java

The End of Adam