this morning #685.

this morning, her delayed response to months & months of messages from two men who claimed to be moldovan but could have just as easily been macedonian had only served to make things worse. the taller of the two men had a gentle aura about him but the shorter one creeped her out. when she saw the back of his shiny bald skull across the train station, she instantly knew it was him & had no doubt as to why he was there. that certainty certainly scared her, so she ducked around a corner & headed for the nearest exit. as the doors parted, she stepped outside & quickly remembered that she’d forgotten about the taller man. he was not as gentle as his aura had suggested.