He was in his mid-thirties but he looked older. 10 years spent as a retriever of runners had caused not one but two ulcers to develop in his stomach. He wore a black suit as required by the agency. A 9mm .40 cal semi-automatic pistol and a badge rested on his belt. The badge gave him the authority to capture runners. Dead or alive it didn’t matter. He had a quota and he was running behind this month.
The rain pounding on his windshield was making it difficult to see. He pulled into the Diner parking lot. The signal from the girl was weak but she was somewhere in the area. He slapped the side the tracking device a couple of times before giving it a big shake. The damn thing never worked right.
I get it, now, these character development shorts are for a larger story. I paint, so it took me some time to see that these fit together. They must be like my doing thumbnails of a painting-to-be. I want to know the whole story behind these!
It started as just boredom and the need to write something, I had no plan of action, no story in my head. I don’t know where this is leading but I find it fascinating to draw out( no pun intended) individual characters.