You winced slightly as you felt the wound on your leg open up again. Bending down in your chair, you massaged your knee, your fingers running down your smooth skin. The pain obviously did not subside but the motion made you feel better. Knowing that the problem couldn’t be solved on your end, you straightened your back and speedily typed out a single line on your computer.
> Are you treating your leg properly?
The answer came pretty fast and you sighed in relief as the pain reduced to a dull ache.
> Sorry about that. Just did a quick disinfection on it.
Your eyebrows furrowed, knowing that he was obsessed about hygiene.
> Are you in the field?
While waiting for an answer, your fingers drummed on the table, a sign that you were anxious. His mission should be over by now and he should be off the field. The fact that he was still out there somewhere, possibly in a direct line of fire, made you worry to
Sitting on the MRT just looking at them. They shine so nicely. Like your beautiful wife that was almost a trophy, but so much more valuable. Like the combined smiles of your twin sons. Like your daughter's black, black eyes.
Life's easy. Just running the family business, as usual, isn't it? You get off at your stop and wonder why everyone's always in such a hurry, almost running for those escalators when they finally penguin waddle push their way out of the subway car with a practiced frantic ease that you can almost taste in the back of your throat.
Like the drip of a smell.
Shoe polish in the windpipe.
I'm standing by the light change, surrounded on all sides by a sea of faceless people that just don't care that th
The kids are out in the yard and I watch them through the window; there's a girl on the rusty old swing set and I watch it glide to and fro and to again. You're quiet, too. Both of us are picturing a four year old out there by himself on the last day of his childhood but neither of us say it because it's just not anything worth talking about. What happens just happens, I suppose.
I turn from the window and look around: this place is every bit as shitty and rundown as it was when I was here. I asked you once back when the boy was on the swing why this place isn't as shiny or as clean as the skyscrapers bursting into the skyline and you tried to explain it to me, but I was too little to u