Kleinzeit

Action at the Entrance

Action lounged against the front of the hospital, took a deep drag on his cigarette, flipped it into the gutter, looked at his watch, looked at passing taxis, spun on his heel, went into the hospital.

Standing by the reception desk were two policemen. Who’ve you come to see? they said.

Kleinzeit, said Action, and headed for the stairs.

The two policemen each grabbed an arm, hustled him outside, into a police van, took him away.