Nurse Becky Gets Shot- Gary Baker
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Roger Peerson's mind let him focus on the reflection. A
man dressed as a bank manager looked back at him. His
tie blown over his shoulder.
Is that me?
He turned his head to the right, pulled the tie
straight. The brown haired reflection did the same.
That's me. Seventeen spots on the tie.
People walked behind him. The reflection came
from a chemist's window. He was in a shopping precinct.
Lots of brick.
The sun was low, still warm. His clothes stuck as
he moved. Sweat cooled his forehead.
He noticed a shabby figure squatting against a
wall; broom handle legs folded impossibly tight, a dark
cowl of dreadlocks, ancient boots.
Looks so thin. Mr Thin, you look worn out.
Roger patted his pockets, looking for change.
Mr Thin's inner right forearm flashed a silver, red
and blue dagger coiled about by a green and yellow
serpent. Colours dimmed by dirt and time.
Hints of dark blue whorls and words poked from
under sleeves and torn trouser.
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