Chapter 1

I waited.

I waited in the alley.

I waited in the alley around the corner from the entrance to the apartment building.

Chapter 2

I crouched down behind some garbage pails so that I could not be seen from the street. My periscope afforded me a view of the entrance.

Hours passed. The overcast sky threatened rain, but none had fallen yet. I kept still, perfectly still, my eye glued to the periscope. I must not be seen, but I must see.

Chapter 3

People came, people left. Singly, or in pairs. Young people. Old people. But in all those hours, not the one person I was waiting for, the one I must intercept, the one I must stop at all costs.

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Chapter 4
Suddenly I was aware of someone standing right behind me.  Eye glued to
my periscope, I felt helpless.  Legs aching from crouching down for hours,
I couldn't even hobble fast to make a break for it.  Then I smelled the
smell.

Chapter 5
"Heyey buddy...ja spare me a bita change?" blurted in my ear from inches
away.  The body and gin odor was grew stronger with every word.  

Her cheap perfume filled the air.  I started sneezing, eyes running from the
stinging scents.  

But still my eye was glued to the periscope.  And still the person I needed
had not passsed.

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