Waiting
Rain splatters the windscreen, painting the world with Monet’s brush, adding tears to his reflection in the glass. Ignoring the blood soaking through his jeans, he anxiously watches the warehouse, its flames battling with Mother Nature’s downpour. Bodie is still in there.
Pain and Cowley confine him to the Capri. He loses himself in the sound of droplets drumming on the bonnet. His awareness drifts.
Voices intrude. One voice, close to his ear, pulls him back.
“What’s all this, then?” his partner gently caresses a wet cheek.
His consciousness sliding away, he manages a smile. “Was waiting for you.”
Pain and Cowley confine him to the Capri. He loses himself in the sound of droplets drumming on the bonnet. His awareness drifts.
Voices intrude. One voice, close to his ear, pulls him back.
“What’s all this, then?” his partner gently caresses a wet cheek.
His consciousness sliding away, he manages a smile. “Was waiting for you.”