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Rated: E · Short Story · Drama · #1372832
The Manhattan's time of 5:00 is about what happens at that time. Suspenseful.
One foggy morning in the city of Manhattan, at 5:00 a.m. was the most quiet and still part of any day, especially if you live in The City. The sun's perpetual kiss left the sky's clammy surface, due to discomfort. The thick fog was so overhwhelming, you could cut through it with a knife. Deafening silence swallowed the heart of Manhattan, while a mysterious dark figure lurked through the train station.

He cut across the dark path towards train tracks and caught the eye of another dark figure mere meters away, on the other side of the tracks. The slim figure dashed away with a dark cloak and hat tipped on the head. The first mysterious figure of a man followed at the same fast pace. Skyscraper scenes flashed by the dark faces as their speed increased as their chase went around every twist and turn in the city.
Hard panting of the feminine voice ahead echoed throughout the empty city.

The murky sky remained malicious and watched the chase pursue through the dark alleys and empty roads through every sidewalk square in Manhattan. The first dark figure of a man began to catch up to the woman's slim figure ahead, surprised to just barely identify a thick strand of curly red hair flap back behind the trenchcoat's matching hat. His dark eyes glistened as he got ahold of the second dark figure's arm.

She struggles to free her arm from his tight grasp, screams and he merely pulls her closer with a twinge of gentleness as he tries to stop the woman's shouting. It echoed throughout the city's nooks and crannies. He pulled her to his chest and whispered in her ear, "You know why I'm here. Let me help."
She screamed, "No! Let go."

He did not release her but he revealed his face to her. "I am willing to see your face."
She sighed and removed her hat and swayed her head from side to side to get the curly strands of firecracker red hair against her cheek. He took his rough, rugby fingers and gently pushed it away from her hazel eyes. She looked at him and pulled on his collar. Their lips slowly came closer and closer until they passionately met at last.

They disappeared through the fog together as another dark figure lurked behind them both with a vicious gleam in its eye.



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