The grave digger is in town , to look at he is as ordinary looking man as you and me, neither extra tall nor too short, neither heavy built nor skinny, his eyes are extraordinary power, if he just looked into your eyes most likely you would never see life again
Washington DC morning time, month of December and the last day of the year, the gravedigger was clad in dark navy blue on the blackish side overcoat, across his chest was the shopping bag belt going around his neck and under his arms
Roads were crowded and nobody noticed him, there wasn't anything extraordinary about him, he stood before the metro station, the time was five to nine, he was never late
He had to make sure nobody saw him, he was at a subway tunnel, the depth of the metro tunnel is sixty feet, , commuters are going up and down, the gravedigger was ready , it was one minute to nine, his one hand slips into the bag across his chest
No comments:
Post a Comment