collaboration w/ @jbird.todd
ᏢᎪᎡᎢ ᎢᏔᎾ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀
Harper drifted through the bleak nighttime of the city like an image loosely astir in a sleeping head, disturbing its rest, destined for the violent surreality of dreams. He sucked in a sharp breath, the bitter, icy air burning its way down his throat and freezing him from the inside out.
On his mind, and for the past few weeks, he could only see and hear Jason telling him to stay away. And as unfortunate as it was, Harper had listened to him. ⠀
Streetlamps marked his lonely and isolate passage, drawing him out of the velvety dark and casting him back into it, until, under one where he is expected to appear, he does not.
There are echoey calls and whistles nearby, as from hungry men, but none are seen, nor is he. As if by a conjuring, a taller man appeared under the streetlamp that had been awaiting Harper’s arrival.
Somewhere there is a menacing rumble as of a train passing underfoot or overhead. It was difficult to pin point.
The rain seemed to block most of it.
As it faded away, the man withdrew a pack of cigarettes, tapped one out, fitted it between his lips, dropped the pack back in his pocket, lit the cigarette inside cupped black-gloved hands. His sharp cruel features were briefly illuminated, yet Harper didn’t know who it was.
Then, hands in pockets, cigarette dangling in the shadows, the man smirked.