UNIT 12 Killing Time
This was a common place for me but today I discerned there was something wrong when I turned around.
Wrong means not right. There were two men in the bank now, a big guy just inside the door
and a smaller one more like a skeleton in the middle of the floor.
Big guy was leafing through the leaflets on the counter, but his eyes were on the door and the eyes of the small guy
never stopped moving and were scouting the scope and layout of the room,
his head moved like that of a tennis fan sitting at the net. Small guy was making a thing of deciding which queue to join,
but it was the way he stood that held my attention. His left arm was tight against his body
and he was wearing a long coat. Nothing wrong with that, it was winter.
Still wrong. It’s transparent to me that he was carrying a weapon. On closer observation,