The Professionals Circuit Archive - The Watchman	 The Watchman

 

by Slantedlight 

 
 He felt dark, black as all pitch, and he wondered what it meant. Felt the
contraction of his heart and marvelled at it.

 Not something he'd ever feared. Bullets? Yes. This pain, threatening to
unman him, to pull him into the abyss where all was night and void
forever? No.

 Didn’t want to look. Had to.

 For Bodie was the flash of light on honey-dark scotch, he was a thousand
smiles in the polished glasses, and he was a whisper in the bartender's
ear.

 And Doyle glowered from the dark and wanted him more than he would ever
want anything.

 -- THE END --

 *April 2006*

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