Walliver
Two Thousand Club
Elian Masterson liked walking alone. Well, he liked being alone in general, but walks were always calming. Looking at the night sky, seeing the colors that were hidden by the day. The moon, the stars. He didnât expect much from the nighttime. Only quiet.
And it seemed tonight, he would not be getting that. This night was abuzz with activity. People bumping into him, dogs barking at him. Cars, honking and driving so loudly. Bottles smashing, people yelling. He hated this night.
âShould have stayed in my own country, where the people donât drive like bloody idiots.â he grumbled, mostly to himself. But, something was strange about this night too. A strange, prickling sense that something was wrong.
He looked around, and for a moment, all he could see was headlights.
And it seemed tonight, he would not be getting that. This night was abuzz with activity. People bumping into him, dogs barking at him. Cars, honking and driving so loudly. Bottles smashing, people yelling. He hated this night.
âShould have stayed in my own country, where the people donât drive like bloody idiots.â he grumbled, mostly to himself. But, something was strange about this night too. A strange, prickling sense that something was wrong.
He looked around, and for a moment, all he could see was headlights.