Berlin
Senior Lister
The awful din only seemed to get louder until the half covered figure under the smelly blanket could take it no more, he sat up abruptly his face a mask of total calm.
Gingerly he stepped from the bed and approached the grimy and cracked window, peeking over he saw that the sun was just about setting down drawing a golden tinge in the horizon.
A small smile spread on his cracked lips.. '"it's time' '
He glanced about the tiny bed shitter and felt his skin crawl at the amount of clutter around, the smell of stale food and cheap cigarettes did little to dampen his mood. He had successfully attained his two year goal and the last part seemed to him a walk over.
His clothes were rumpled in a dirty heap at the space behind the door, he walked over and selected a dark t-shirt and a pair of jeans. He slid into his dirty clothes not once bothered by the layer of dust.
Carefully he reached under the tattered paper carpet and pulled out a neatly sealed brown envelope, in it was his ticket to fulfill his silent vow of revenge. He reached out to his faded green jacket and donned it, feeling into his pocket he found the whisky flask and filled it with water.
Taking a deep breathe he opened his rusty door and pretended to stagger out of his hovel, barely hiding his cruel smile.
'it was time'
Gingerly he stepped from the bed and approached the grimy and cracked window, peeking over he saw that the sun was just about setting down drawing a golden tinge in the horizon.
A small smile spread on his cracked lips.. '"it's time' '
He glanced about the tiny bed shitter and felt his skin crawl at the amount of clutter around, the smell of stale food and cheap cigarettes did little to dampen his mood. He had successfully attained his two year goal and the last part seemed to him a walk over.
His clothes were rumpled in a dirty heap at the space behind the door, he walked over and selected a dark t-shirt and a pair of jeans. He slid into his dirty clothes not once bothered by the layer of dust.
Carefully he reached under the tattered paper carpet and pulled out a neatly sealed brown envelope, in it was his ticket to fulfill his silent vow of revenge. He reached out to his faded green jacket and donned it, feeling into his pocket he found the whisky flask and filled it with water.
Taking a deep breathe he opened his rusty door and pretended to stagger out of his hovel, barely hiding his cruel smile.
'it was time'