By Jesse A. Goodrich
Copyright 2012 Jesse A. Goodrich
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Under cover of night, cloudy, no stars, hearing each footstep echo back from both walls of the alley and the too frequent sound of pooled water on the uneven pavement, Adam cautiously approached something unusual to him.
On any other night, he wouldn’t be awake, let alone visiting an unfamiliar alley. Especially as this is how he lost his fiancée two years ago, but there was something about the yellow glow coming deep from this alley he passed twice a week to get to the deli from work for lunch. The color was slightly brighter than trash fire for warmth but smaller and not the right color, he knew it could be dangerous, but on this night, his birthday, it seemed to matter less than usual, and it was so strange, the light didn’t fit into the categories he so frequently made about everything.
The memories of his stolen Sarah kept Adam alert as he crept by backdoors to offices and trash receptacles. Her brutal taking tugged for him to retreat to sanctuary, to what he considered normal, the familiar street and the wandering mind that led him to great ideas but also great suffering for anyone and anything he thought of. This was just slightly too unusual and Adam’s desire to keep things in order drew him near, after all, how dangerous could it be, it was only a light and he was modestly strong, not that he was skilled in any sort of way, but his presence was usually enough to ward off anything unsafe.