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Not Just Another Day

The days seemed to be getting longer. Bradley was instructed by his doctor to take a couple weeks off of work because the radiation was too intimidating for his conditions. So with a little freetime on his hands, he was able to make an appearance to pay his respect at Mr. Evans funeral two days ago.
He immediately regretted it when he walked inside the venue. The bare look on his neighbors faces seemed all too familiar. He’s seen that face before. It’s the one you get from your doctor when you’re told you have Leukemia or the one you make when you find out that your only family is really gone. He felt out of place and uncomfortable, like he didn’t belong in there. He wasn’t able to mourn with the rest of them. Once the service was almost over he slipped out the back and hurried home before people saw him.
Now two days later, he and Victor walked to their favorite restaurant, Big Mama’s Kitchen, just down the road. Luckily it’s always open because weather conditions aren’t a great enough catastrophe to close. When they got there they were immediately suffocated with a great hug and kiss on the head from Big Mama herself. “Hey mama” Victor shouted while he hugged her back. She had so much energy Bradley couldn’t keep up. She did know everything that went on in this little town Bradley thought, which made her overjoyous attitude a little odd for the timing. He tried not to think about it. He actually enjoyed the spark in this gloomy town.

Once the food had arrived; fried chicken, green beans and two rolls. He sat there for a while making conversation and forgetting about all that was around him. He had forgotten what life was like without all the work. It was kind of nice. After the check arrived, Victor insisted on paying. They both knew he was more suitable for that anyway so Bradley didn’t hold up an argument. They both got up and headed for the door, it was dark by this point. Bradley told Victor he’d catch him later and that he wanted to take the long way home.
He immediately started down towards River road, then to the bank. It was only a matter of minutes before his peace was disrupted. “Hey, aren’t the electrician?” A deep voice yelled. He took a few shots at guessing his name. Bradley’s mind flooded with fear, “Y-yeah?” He could feel his lips trembling as he spoke. There was a murder case up in the air and he was supposed to converse with a stranger in the dark. One he collected himself “What do you want?” slipped out of his mouth.
There was pause between words for what felt like forever. Bradley wasn’t standing close enough to make out the small object the man was handing him. He told him to take it. Bradley thought if he didn’t maybe he would end up like Mr. Evans. “W-what is it? W-what do I do with it?” "Take it to the police or something, it's Mr. Evan's murder weapon. I think." As soon as those words were up in the air Bradley felt a whirlpool of emotions. How did he get this? Why is he giving it to ME? At least now he knew maybe the man wasn’t the murderer. Bradley gulped and asked why. He wasn’t given much of an answer and within seconds was standing alone, trembling in fear, bloody knife in hand.

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