(Part II - Sepia)
The night is dark outside the Trans-Siberian – street lanterns seeming distant and inadequate. Everything is either black or sepia toned. The brick in the alleyway is cold and damp but the night is humid – electricity in the air. The evening is potent – intoxicating – full of potential. The whole of the city seems crouched and ready to spring. Ready for – something.
But it would surely be wasted in sin and drink.
What a dreary existence – and unfulfilling. At least the drink dulled him. He pushed expectations from his mind and put out his cigarette as the car pulled up.