Adam Zelf stepped out about to cross the street when a large red fire truck came screaming by with its red lights flashing, After it passed Adam crossed the street. He walked a short distance to the Bethlehem Diner entered and sat on a stool at the counter. Stella, the waitress came by.
“You’re lookin’ mighty pretty tonight.”
She smiled. “Thank you, sir. What can I getcha?”
“Franks and bean, whole wheat toast and coffee.”
When he had finished his dinner Adam went two door to the superette and bought a six pack of Budweiser to take back to his apartment. He crossed over again and stepped up on the curb. His feet hurt him a little bit. His new boots weren’t completely broken in yet.
As he passed Saint Joseph’s Catholic Church the congregation was just coming out. One man looked at Adam with a strange expression. The others paid no attention to him. As he neared his building he felt an odd squishing sensation in his boots. He thought he might have stepped in something on the side walk but there was no bad small as he rode up in the elevator. He went into the bathroom to remove his boots. The bottoms of both boots were filled with blood.
(To be continued.)