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Love is Blind – by Alahna
The street lamps lit up the naked concrete sidewalk as the large billboard screen flashed; 5:30 am. A hunched figure walked below one of the neon signs, his hood pulled low over his face and hands shoved into his pockets. Turning left, he entered a dank alley and shrugged off a small backpack. The hooded figure shuffled around in the bag, pulling out a pair of gloves which he slipped on. After several other objects were removed and stashed in his pockets, he replaced the bag on his back and proceeded to a large box attached to the brick wall.
Unlocking his cell phone, the figure held it to the box and, in the dim light, opened the rusted panel and stared at the bright wires crisscrossing throughout the compartment. He reached into his back pocket, pulled out one of the items stashed there, and put it to his lips, unfolding a multi tool into a pair of pliers. Expertly, the figure wormed the pliers among the wires and snipped several cords. A shuffle echoed down the alley and the hooded figure quickly dimmed his phone light. He held his breath as a shadow passed the mouth of the alley followed by two men laughing loudly as they staggered out of sight.
The figure folded the tool and slid it back into his pocket before setting the rusty panel back over the box. Moving to the mouth of the alley, he glanced at the billboard across the street. It read 5:40 am. Perfect, he thought. Folding back the hem of the glove on his right wrist, he set the timer on his watch. Thirty minutes, Adam. In and out. Same as always.
Taking a deep breath, he slid out of the alley and crouched before the door of the adjoining shop. A few minutes later, the door swung inward silently as he slid a bent wire into his pocket. No turning back now, Adam thought as he slid through the door and shut it behind him. After glancing at the security cameras and seeing that the little light was dim, Adam surveyed the room in the low light. He located the glass counter and, sliding the backpack off as he approached, punched in the override key on the cash register and the till pinged open. Adam methodically pulled out the green cash stashed there and shoved it into a Ziploc bag. Let’s see if you have any Franklins sitting in here, he thought as he lifted the tray.
Underneath were several rubber bands, a few rolls of quarters which went into the bag, and a small stack of $100 bills. Jackpot.
Adam quickly shoved the stack into the bag before sealing it and shoving the bag to the bottom of the backpack. A low beeping came from under his glove and Adam checked the time; 6:00 am. Fifteen minutes left, he thought as he zipped the bag shut. I’ve got plenty of time.
Adam replaced the bag and browsed up and down the aisles. DVDs, books, some power tools, man, this guy has everything. He took a couple comics and a pair of walkie-talkies and stashed them in the backpack. Might as well grab a few of the more valuable pieces while I’m here.
Moving back to the counter, Adam tapped his fingers on the glass, studying his options. Hmm, so many choices. What to take. With a few twists of the wire, the cabinet door slid open. Moving quickly, Adam shoved the contents into his bag. There, he thought, zipping the backpack shut. He glanced at the watch and smiled, five minutes to spare. This has to be the best run I’ve ever made.
Adam shut the cabinet back up, checked that nothing was out of place, and went to the door. After locking it back up, he went down the alley, removed the panel on the electric box, and located the severed wires. Never leave evidence, he thought as he spliced the wires back together. There, good as n—
Alarms blared inside the store he had just left. Crap, that fat oaf of an owner must have a backup system for when the power goes out. Better get out of here before someone shows up to see what’s going on.
Pulling his hood lower, Adam walked down the alley in the opposite direction of the noise. He turned the corner and walked a few blocks in silence. Made it, he thought as his lips stretched into a smile. Shoving his hood back, Adam swiped a hand through his messy hair. Need to find a place that has showers, he thought. He pulled the stiff t-shirt away from his chest. And a Laundromat. Adam glanced over his shoulder, double checking that he was really alone. All he saw was a man bent over with age walking down the sidewalk to a large mailbox. Adam turned around and ran into a body. Catching himself on the fence he watched a young woman fall onto her side. “Sorry, didn’t mean to run into you,” he said.
“No harm done,” she said, brushing long brown hair back and tucking it behind her ear. “Would you mind helping me up?”
“Oh, sure,” Adam said as he reached down and pulled her up. Once she had gained her feet, the girl rested her hand on the peeling mailbox.
“Thanks,” she said, “Where are you headed this early in the morning?”
“Uhh . . . had to make a grocery run for my mom before school.”
“Oh, where do you go to school?”
“Umm, Castle High. It’s on the other side of town.”
“Rose, is there anything in the mail today?” a female voice called from one of the apartments.
“Well, you’d better get back in here and eat breakfast. You don’t want to be late for school.”
“Ok,” Rose called before turning back to Adam, “Well, I’d better let you get going.”
“Yeah, see ya.”
Adam shoved his hands back into his pockets and headed down the street.
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