Snippet #2470126

Julius was having trouble focusing on his work. He hadn't told anybody about his cancer yet, and didn't intend to until and unless it became relevant. He was still more than fit enough to keep up. But a little while ago he had seen a car park in front of the record store next door. A certain car that filled him with a sense of dread and shame. It wasn't necessarily the same car that had parked outside of his old restaurant the day he had nearly been killed, but it was the same model. No, the told himself, there must be hundreds of cars just like that one in the city. It was just a coincidence, surely. But still, it stuck in his mind and he kept glancing back at the store every few seconds as he worked. It didn't take long for this behavior to attract the attention of his supervisor.

"Sorry, I just thought I saw someone I know. You mind if I take five to go say hi?" he explained. After getting permission to take a short break, he strode towards the store, only barely conscious of the hammer he was still holding in his clenched fist.