Nightshift 45: Recreational Field
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The air outside tasted so good that Bill didn't even bother to worry about how improbably realistic it was that he could be hallucinating fresh air too. He supposed if his genius IQ had to be good for something, it was for conjuring overly complex delusions. How else would he have come up with that whole bit about old future Spock instigating him to start a fight with Aidan? Only his own awesome brain, creating elaborate lies to excuse the shitty things he did after getting suspended from school.
It was freezing out here. Balancing his flashlight in one hand, Bill reached for the buttons of his coat to block out the cold, but then stopped when the dancing beam of light made it obvious that he was alone on the soccer field. Or, at least, imagining that he was alone as far as he could see, which admittedly wasn't that far at all. Still, there was no one moving along the building to the other door, no one headed to the walls...
Bill squinted through the barely moonlit darkness, unable to explain why any of that should unnerve him.
The air outside tasted so good that Bill didn't even bother to worry about how improbably realistic it was that he could be hallucinating fresh air too. He supposed if his genius IQ had to be good for something, it was for conjuring overly complex delusions. How else would he have come up with that whole bit about old future Spock instigating him to start a fight with Aidan? Only his own awesome brain, creating elaborate lies to excuse the shitty things he did after getting suspended from school.
It was freezing out here. Balancing his flashlight in one hand, Bill reached for the buttons of his coat to block out the cold, but then stopped when the dancing beam of light made it obvious that he was alone on the soccer field. Or, at least, imagining that he was alone as far as he could see, which admittedly wasn't that far at all. Still, there was no one moving along the building to the other door, no one headed to the walls...
Bill squinted through the barely moonlit darkness, unable to explain why any of that should unnerve him.