A bit more of my novel – The Tale of the Golden Pirate: The Parson Slang Adventures.
He arrived on time just like he always did, but there was no sign of Tony. He had kids and a wife. It was to be expected.
Parson leaned over and grabbed his gloves along with his running water bottle. No matter how cold it was, he always carried that bottle with him. Parson had learned that lesson the hard way. While he sat there waiting, he thought about the map and the thoughts that had been running around in his head since he first saw it – could he leave, should he leave, would he leave, could he take a leap of faith, he was comfortable so why mess it up, etc.etc.etc. and blah, blah, blah. The thoughts just kept on a running. When Parson got his brain on something, he rarely let it go. He sometimes had nightmares about a gigantic monster with a flashing sign on its head chasing after him. This sign would just keep blinking the words “Do it now” over and over again. He would wake up in the middle of the night and just do what it was that was bugging him. When he went back to sleep, that monster was always gone.
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