From the bathroom, through the frosted glass, a light in the dark. An orange glow. The skin across his body illuminated in the diffusion. It blinks. Who calls? What do they say? The war drum. His summons. He lifts the cistern lid. He lifts a dripping package from its depths. A clear bag with a black pistol inside. He feels his hands unzip the bag and grip the pistol. Feels his hands, but does not control them. Then something switches. A gate in his mind is unlocked, and in floods memories long hidden. Training. Instructions. Targets. He racks the pistol. Warrior activated.
Paddy Dobson
12th March 2021