Way Ward
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
651
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Farther
Chapter two
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\" One pair black shoes , One Pair Black Jeans , One Band T-Shirt , One Pack Of Cigarettes , One Pair Of Sunglasses . Do you verify that these are you total and complete belongings Mr. Grant A. Baker . \"
\" Yes \"
Grant picked up a small box that was everything he had . It took twenty years and an untold number of fake smiles for his release . Every smile as hollow as the words that followed . \" Of coarse , I\'m rehabilitated , After all the site of my dying wife just sent me off . It was like road rage . \" But , now Grant was really smiling , and for the first time in a long time had nothing to prove . His feet shuffled along the cold concrete floor , he was trying to remember the name of that Restaurant , then one that made it happen . The one that started all of this . The name finally came to him , and his slow , sauntering shuffle swiftly became a brisk walk to a taxi that was waiting for him . Grant lugged the box in the back seat with him , and spoke aloud .
\" Steven\'s Steakhouse , fifth avenue ... Free man needs a good meal . \"
He slowly changed in the back seat from his complimentary prison uniform , into his old street cloths . And as he watched out of the back seat window , late in the evening , with the sunsetting , and that orange hue of tiny bright swirls mix with tar fill the sky , Grant was afraid . For the first time in a long time , he was scared . It reminded him all to much of that night . That Night ... He ordered the cab driver to stop . He was reluctant to considering he was going to lose a good far if he stopped ten miles short . The Cabby\'s disappointed quickly faded when Grant handed him three hundred dollars . Three old faded hundred dollar bills . That were crisp with time , and the same position .
\" Use this to make someone\'s life better . \"
Grant just opened the door and started walking . He didn\'t need money . He didn\'t need power . All he needed was to find out if It was true , what he had been dreaming about for twenty years , if David and Rachel ...
A shiver ran down his spine , and caused his left leg to spasm , He caught some awkward stares from people . Grant really didn\'t care one bit . He had something he had to see , something he had to do . The purpose that had been keep him alive for two decades . The search for absolution .
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\" One pair black shoes , One Pair Black Jeans , One Band T-Shirt , One Pack Of Cigarettes , One Pair Of Sunglasses . Do you verify that these are you total and complete belongings Mr. Grant A. Baker . \"
\" Yes \"
Grant picked up a small box that was everything he had . It took twenty years and an untold number of fake smiles for his release . Every smile as hollow as the words that followed . \" Of coarse , I\'m rehabilitated , After all the site of my dying wife just sent me off . It was like road rage . \" But , now Grant was really smiling , and for the first time in a long time had nothing to prove . His feet shuffled along the cold concrete floor , he was trying to remember the name of that Restaurant , then one that made it happen . The one that started all of this . The name finally came to him , and his slow , sauntering shuffle swiftly became a brisk walk to a taxi that was waiting for him . Grant lugged the box in the back seat with him , and spoke aloud .
\" Steven\'s Steakhouse , fifth avenue ... Free man needs a good meal . \"
He slowly changed in the back seat from his complimentary prison uniform , into his old street cloths . And as he watched out of the back seat window , late in the evening , with the sunsetting , and that orange hue of tiny bright swirls mix with tar fill the sky , Grant was afraid . For the first time in a long time , he was scared . It reminded him all to much of that night . That Night ... He ordered the cab driver to stop . He was reluctant to considering he was going to lose a good far if he stopped ten miles short . The Cabby\'s disappointed quickly faded when Grant handed him three hundred dollars . Three old faded hundred dollar bills . That were crisp with time , and the same position .
\" Use this to make someone\'s life better . \"
Grant just opened the door and started walking . He didn\'t need money . He didn\'t need power . All he needed was to find out if It was true , what he had been dreaming about for twenty years , if David and Rachel ...
A shiver ran down his spine , and caused his left leg to spasm , He caught some awkward stares from people . Grant really didn\'t care one bit . He had something he had to see , something he had to do . The purpose that had been keep him alive for two decades . The search for absolution .