Man in a Hoodie

I turned and looked. The man stopped at the end of the driveway by the paper box. He stared at me as he slowly came up the driveway. Step by step. I stood at the front door – the doorbell just inches from my hand, but I could not ring the bell.

Man on the Run

The man knew of the violence in this city and figured the people were so bad, they didn’t deserve to hear the warning of the pending disaster.  Let them die, he thought. Because there was nothing  appealing about his assignment or the people to whom he was to deliver the warning, he secretly decided to forgo the assignment  altogether.