Heart Rainer

Haven's Day

From the time they performed what they believed to be the most tame and yielding job in recent memory, no more than five days had come and gone; and it was interval of time wherein the unforeseen aftermath they left behind set about proving its eminence. Outside the plane window variegated clouds drifted in myriad, yet they were devoid of power to generate any new thoughts within him. As he looked out, an idea of distance became apparent, signaling his drifting from a proper destiny, a route which he and they all, took deliberately. They were now at the end, and Andrei Adbraith remembered his knowledge of the possibility, but the feeling had never entombed him like it did two days ago, when Sergei passed away at the hands of police, on cusp of being saved from the opposition, representing the hostility of the person from whom the stole. He never thought of New York as he did now, the grave of a dear friend and the land of portends, for the strange vision and Sergei’s death had recurred to him continually in spare moments. A four-sided, glowing gemstone, whose light had gone out on a singular side, spun sitting sun-like amid an angelic assembly who looked upon it, and upon Andrei, as he sprinted to the side of his friend and knelt beside him as he lay dying. He remembered yelling for Sergei to say the Our Father, even if not audibly. But Sergei’s body, except for his soul’s windows, had given out, and the red pool started as the gunfire hemmed in. He remembered taking Sergei’s green duffle bag and sprinting out of the alley and out of sight. He found time to change from his navy coveralls to dull pedestrian clothes before getting onto his scheduled plane without being compromised. And after landing, like an ordinary civilian he walked through the Miami International Airport, carrying two duffle bags, walking quickly. He tucked a newspaper under his arm from a magazine vendor to add to his image. He found a taxi outside quickly and got in.