Upon His Throne, Beneath The City
PUBLISHED BY: Don Gilman on Smashwords Copyright 2012 by Don J. Gilman Cover photo: Dark City 1 Copyright © 2012 Neueweide. http://www.flickr.com/photos/fehlart/194596716/ This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you're reading this book and did not purchase it, or if it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.
She was out there, somewhere in The City, he could feel her, he could feel her life as if she were right next to him, he could feel the pulsing of her veins as if it were the lifeblood running through his, she was out there somewhere, and he would find her.
I miss you, Hal thought. He pulled a pack of Lucky Strikes from the breast pocket of his blazer, fished a single smoke from its nest and lit up, the light from the wooden match illuminated his gaunt face in a sodium tinted flash, the pale light showed all too well the weight he had lost in the past three months. He looked sickly, and weak, and he was, he hardly slept or ate anymore, he just smoked, one cigarette after the other, from the moment he woke to the moment he fell asleep.
A police car raced by on Browning Street, its flashing lights reflecting off the mirrored façade of The City Free Press building, its siren loud for one instant and nearly inaudible the next as it raced to the emergency. Damn this place, Hal cursed silently.
As he smoked, a young man came out from the big double doors in the front of the building and hustled down the stairs, passing Hal with a nod. He had an urgency and a purpose to his step, and it made Hal smile, if only a little, at the young man’s buoyant enthusiasm. He recognized him as Frank Ledcourt, one of the hot new reporters fresh from college. He was once like him, long ago, before The City had had its chance to suck the life and the spirit out of him.