Where Are You Now?

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A nd the walls came tumbling down…” Was that an old gospel folk hymn? Something about Joshua and the walls of Jericho? He wasn’t sure. The only thing that was sure was that time was running out, fast.

I really, really didn’t want to end up like this, he thought. It was forced on me. I really did try to stop after the first one. That wasn’t counting the real first one, of course, the one nobody knew about. But then I wasn’t allowed to stop.

Not fair. Not fair.

The end is coming, he thought, feeling his pulse quicken. I can’t stop it. It’s all over. I’ll be found out, but I’m not going to be arrested. I’m going to die, but I’m going to take someone new with me. What’s the best way-the most exciting way-to do it?

I’ll figure it out, he told himself.

After all, he always had.