Colours speak

Prologue

BEEP BEEP
I stir to the harsh sound of my alarm. It sucks that I have to plug in my earphones and go to sleep but i can't risk anyone else waking up.

02:30
I sleep dressed so I just pull on another sweater which will hopefully withstand the freezing temperatures outside.

02:35
I'm out the back door and I jump over the wooden fence. I slide out my back pack from the big bush that Is my go to hiding spot, throw it onto my back and start moving.

02:40
I breath as quietly while I walk to a fast rhythm. I shove my hair out of sight and pull my hood up. I can't take the risk of a slight error.

I spot the place . I slow down and walk towards the shadowy path that is easily hidden and known by few.

I check my watch
02:45
I'm right on the dot.
Now the painful wait.

I hear muffled footsteps. Well that wasn't a long wait.

I see two figures approach me. A slight terror rumbles through my body but it's not anything that I'm not used to. And I've learnt that alertness is key to what I do.

The taller figure grunts and sticks out his hand. I grunt in response and stick out my gloved hand to receive the stash. As the smooth cash touches my hand a smile forms an almost devilish smile forms on my face. This is easy as fuck.
"We need it clean and crisp"
The smaller guy huffs and they turn and leave.
I find the paper I'm looking for below the cash.
Time to get started

03:05
I'm done. Beats me why they want colours up on a clock tower.
oh well as long as I get payed.
I wipe my spray paint covered hands on my sweats and take a picture of the clock tower.
Why? You ask
Let's just say that this was the last one.
Or at least I promised Coal that it would be.
No graffiti is going to be hard.
Because in a lonely, quiet, solitary world like mine,
my only consolation is that
Colours speak