The Molotov Box
Published by Daniel Johnson at Smashwords
Copyright 2011 Daniel Johnson
Overcast skies hid the setting sun, bringing early darkness and almost bearable temperatures to the dusty freight yard. In the distance the sound of heavy machinery could still be heard as the second shift prepared a stack train for its departure to California but the area around the little man in the tan suit appeared to be deserted.
Belatedly the man wished that he had left his jacket in the back seat of the cab waiting by the guard shack at the yard entrance, but now it remained on simply because it was one less item to worry with. A hot breeze was toying with his carefully constructed hairdo and he had to try to drape the thinning, overlong locks back across the top of his head using only the edge of a sleeve because his hands were full.