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The Storm Kaleb Hart

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thought I was done. Done with being that man who didn’t exist. Done with being invisible, and done with the dismal duty of sealing the fates of others. I was loyal to the Company, loyal to my country. I couldn’t take it any longer. The lonely nights, always looking suspiciously over my shoulder...Most of them deserved it. They were evil men, not fit to live in this world, fit only to suffer in another. But there were some...who were innocent. I was told they were strategic liabilities, loose ends – and I killed them. I couldn’t live like that anymore... I started to become someone, some thing, that felt nothing. The little things in life, a fresh summer breeze, a casual Saturday evening conversation, the innocent smile of a happy young girl walking in the park with her mother...slowly became meaningless to me. My soul, the part of my being that was good, was being dragged from me into the black void, by the faceless shadow I was becoming. They told me I was a patriot, and that sacrifices were necessary to maintain balance and security. I knew I believed the same thing...but not in the sense that they meant. I told them I was done. I let the burden slip from my shoulders and fall to the ground where I stood, walked away, and never looked back. I thought I was free. I was wrong. It was a cold night in Boston, and I was walking to Joey’s, a local sub shop that I found since I moved here to start my life afresh. I’d been going there every Friday night at five o’ clock for the past three months, and every time I always got the same thing. Every Friday night when I went to Joey’s to pick up my usual order, Joey was always there to greet me with a smile on his wrinkled face and a “How are ya tonight?” In a thick Boston accent. I’d always reply with a friendly smile and tell him I was doing fine, and then he would mention something about that weeks news while he made my sandwich. Joey was a nice guy. This particular night, however, was not like every other night. I walked into Joey’s and he greeted me as usual. We had our normal small talk, but as I was about to leave, he said “Hey, are ya sure you don’t want to try something else next time? We’ve got some other good sandwiches ya know...” He looked at me with his dark gray eyebrows raised in anticipation of my my reply and smiled. I gazed back and smiled

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Centripetal Volume 12 Issue 1  
Centripetal Volume 12 Issue 1  

Volume 12 Issue 1--Fall 2010

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