The rain had just begun to fall. First it was just a mist, just enough to wet one’s lips and leave a soft dew like coat on the window. But soon it begin to pour as if someone had opened the flood gates above and let it all out at once.
It was a dark night. Only the city light on the corner of Broad Street and 5th avenue was on. One lone pillar of light shone down on the lonely curb.
Johnny was in no hurry. He was just going for a drink. He wanted to get out of the house. Staring at the lonely, dreary walls and listening to the old grandfather clock in the main hallway ticking the minutes away gets old and taxing on the soul after a while. He couldn’t sit there any longer. Not that the dirty shower outside or even the dark quiet abyss of the city seemed any more welcoming. It didn’t, but he needed a drink and a moment to regather his thoughts.
Something wasn’t right in the air though. It was too quiet. The only sound was the sound of his worn boots as they sloshed through the massive puddles that the now torrential down pour left in the street ahead of him. He could hear his breath echoing off the walls of the alley as he continued his stroll towards the only other light visible in the town…the dim glow from the lantern at the entrance of…
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