The Night Owl
I don’t know how long I’ve been living like this. I can only come out at night. I don’t think I’m a vampire, well at least as far as I know. I’ve never seen the sun. Now you know my back story, I’ll tell you what I do every night.
New Geneva at night has a different vibe. The streets are completely empty except for some random ambulance or police sirens that I can hear in the distance. It started snowing. It’s a cold night, so I’m told. I take a glimpse of myself in the window of a shop front. Still same old me. Definitely not a vampire. So, what’s the deal! Why can’t I go outside during the day! I would love to go to the beach and sun bake and go for a swim in the ocean. I’ve never done anything that involves the sun. Even a photo of the sun hurts me. So here I am, just wandering the streets at night.
It's not all bad. I don’t mind having the whole city to myself for ten hours every night. I walk down the Thirty Fourth Street. There’s an all-night diner that I’ve been wanting to try for a while. So, tonight was the night. The waitress greets me with a warm smile as I sit down. As she pours me a coffee she asks, “Aren’t you cold sweetheart?” I return a smile but don’t answer. I flick through the menu and see bacon and eggs. I haven’t had that in a while, so I order it. I gotta tall you, bacon and eggs at two thirty in the morning tastes good. I finish the meal and pay and as I leave two ominous looking men enter the diner.
I’m thinking to myself, I just want be on my way. But these two are blocking the doorway scanning the whole diner obviously looking for someone. The waitress looks nervous. There’s a guy in the corner nursing his coffee and didn’t seem to have noticed these two goons in black.
I just want a night where I explore the city and go home when the sun rises, but no.
TO BE CONTINUED…