Nicholas Delli Santi

Memories Lost

Raindrops fell upon the city streets. It was a downpour cut through by a lone figure who was running, Caleb had Orderlies on his tail. The tall gaunt figures were following the young man, their black robes soaked by the deluge of rain. Reaching for his jacket pocket, Caleb retrieved a small handgun. He wouldn’t be able to aim in his current state of escape or with the trinket he clutched tightly in his right hand but just having it handy made him feel safer. He could hear their footsteps against the wet concrete and asphalt behind him as he quickly took a left turn down an alley. He was headed for Old Town. While it wasn’t safe due to the nests of Night Prowlers It would keep the Orderlies at bay at least for a short time. The concrete below him became more weathered and broken, Cracks filling with the rainwater. Every step now made a splash. Caleb went to take a right turn but as his foot came down it landed on a loose piece of asphalt which came loose causing him to trip. He curled up and tumbled into the alley crashing into an old garbage can.