The man stood on the street corner, with the lamp shining down and casting his face in shadows. Beyond the glare, late partygoers stumbled on their way home, and a few cars rolled down the streets. But the man hardly noticed, even though fierce attention was necessary in his trade.
Because he didn’t know if it was what he wanted to do anymore. Just that morning, he had been offered a promotion. But he had questioned it, and now it was gone. He had been sent out this night to do one last job before being promoted. But he questioned his task. He pondered whether it was right. And then the chance was gone. The clock struck in the church down the street, and his time was out.
Because he didn’t know if it was what he wanted to do anymore. Just that morning, he had been offered a promotion. But he had questioned it, and now it was gone. He had been sent out this night to do one last job before being promoted. But he questioned his task. He pondered whether it was right. And then the chance was gone. The clock struck in the church down the street, and his time was out.