I’ve got to admit, I never expected to be the nighttime professional, accepting a contract for a special kind of work. Never in my life, let alone yesterday, did I foresee myself catching wind of a dreary storm whilst traveling towards some shady drama. I know circumstance is key; someone in m...
<p>I’ve got to admit, I never expected to be the nighttime professional, accepting a contract for a special kind of work. Never in my life, let alone yesterday, did I foresee myself catching wind of a dreary storm whilst traveling towards some shady drama. I know circumstance is key; someone in my boots might consider himself lucky for an opportunity like this – others with certain moral complexities notwithstanding. I can just as easily surmise that men like me can’t predict everything, as who can blame oneself for scraping by? Even innocent animals grazing a wide swath of pasture aren’t above feeding from another farmer’s harvest.</p>
<p>Too often I’ve thought of this, and what would have happened if I had stopped short of leaving that door. After all, departing the humble embrace of your apartment is not always an automatic process of swiping your briefcase and kissing your sweetheart goodbye. Grabbing your belongings and ensuring the door closes discretely behind you is also not a completely heartless endeavour – as in my case. Yes, I knew as soon as I tasted that midnight smog and wiped crust from my eyes that leaving the house would be far from an elementary tip of a brim and a wrapping of a half tightened tie.</p>
<p>I removed myself from the cradle of my wife, a fair, most understanding woman, who was sleeping, entirely tranquil, in the dead of night. Quietly holding back a sigh, I couldn’t help but notice her peaceful obliviousness when I darted out of our bedroom. Her caring nature – especially towards our son – always accompanies her sweetened complexion: a permanent blush riddled with freckles followed by that silky, auburn hair. My son, happily choosing silence in his slumber, primarily takes after her image – one which I am proud to call my wife. She is the paragon of motherhood, the best of friends, and an amazing partner; a spirit so indomitable and rich with grace. Oh, how I wish I could have stayed…</p>
<p>…yet there I was.</p>
<p>My mind kicks in with the cab driver’s impatience. The city lights peer strikingly through the descending storm as water pours down the car window. My thoughts rearrange – I tighten the clench of my jaw and try my hand at focusing while a flurry of droplets audibly pummels the vehicle.</p>
<p>“Oh, right,” I respond, grasping the passenger door and ad...