Dry Eye in Seattle

Episode One

Blinkless Bullets, Laughless Lips

 

His hand splayed out behind him desperately, searching for something–anything hard. Real hard. He found it. L.W. was not a man prone to panic, but he knew this wasn’t a game, this wasn’t marbles, this wasn’t baseball. This was war. This was war like he’d known several times before already. He knew there wasn’t any pulled punches on the front. And he was on a new front now. Literally.

Cautiously and firmly grabbing ahold of what he now could tell was a heafty piece of construction wood, L.W. carefully raised it. Had he just been thinking about baseball? He took a measured swing. His hands were bitten by the wood, slivers bonding with his palms.

He heard The Lout enter the backdoor of the warehouse. A rat announced The Lout’s presence to the other rats and L.W. heard the man curse and kick at them.

The Lout was distracted.

With a smoothness which could still surprise him, L.W. held his back straight next to the lines of cartons and boxes and shipping crates, creeping towardsThe Lout. He made no sound.

Nor did his shadow. …

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