Nicholas Dalhover

Little Black Book

Little Black Book Vocal Challenge As a long streak of bright white lightning flashed across the night sky, two men in their late twenties early thirties could be seen running side by side through the gates of the warehouse complex. As they rounded the asphalt corner leading down a long line of rusted old cars, and junk. Behind them followed two men in suits, weapons drawn, and pointed in their direction discharging round after round. Nick the young Caucasian man on the left smiled as the bullets narrowly zipped past his head, and his long brown hair whipped in the wind. His best friend Danny, his black flowing hair whipping behind him, looked to his left and saw his best friend since kindergarten smiling, and it made him smile as a round zipped passed his head missing him by the smallest of margins. His Native American heart beat with the exhilaration of the inherit danger they were trying to outpace.