Breaking The Story

Alternative Work

Reem and Florian took a train from their local station to the next town over, Resenger, which was the address Byron had sent on to a local bar. "This has sketch written all over", Reem said, shaking his head as they got off the carriage. "Would you relax?", Florian said, putting his sunglasses on, heading into the station and straight out. "I really don't like this", Reem said, "Please tell me you have a weapon on you if this goes wrong". Florian shook his head again as the sun began to shine from behind the clouds. Florian got his phone out and typed the address in his Google Maps and they started their journey into the unknown. "We will be fine", Florian said, smiling, "The place is only 10-minutes away". "Is that in the car, or walking?", Reem asked. Florian looked closer at the settings and saw it was 10-minutes in the car. "Shit", he said, changing it to walking, "I hope you have good shoes on, we're walking 45-minutes". Reem sighed; he might as well book the rest of the day off. 

Bridger lay in til past 10 as he was now an unemployed man. He got a coffee and smoked a cigarette inside the house; he was at the start of a downward spiral. As Bridger wasted the morning, he poured himself scotch on the rocks and looked at employment ads on his laptop. None of the employment opportunities was ticking his fancy however and he closed his laptop down and sighed. "If only I could find something that inspired me I would be a brilliant artist", Bridger said, taking a sip of his scotch and looking out the window and sighed. He decided he had enough of being inside so Bridger got his shoes on and went for a walk. The former accountant took a deep breath of fresh air and put his hands in his pockets. He passed an old lady who was walking her dog and smiled; maybe he should get a dog. Bridger stopped on the outskirts of his estate and ran his hand through his hair; he needed more to life than this.