The end.
I am not dead.
Because I vow to go back to New York.
I belong there.
I wallow in pain.
Going back home is a priority.
Except I am in a Island.
The birds are singing.
I am dreaming.
Loathing the ripples of the Island's ocean.
And loathing me.
That is my fate.
And I dwell no more on it, as I imagine my ex-wife and lover betray me. And I make sure everyone pays...while the US Government watches me...and figures how damned a madman like me can fuel their fires of urban hatred...like the other so-called killers, rapists, and Anti-Government computer hacks, who feed off terror from home by using their laptops...or their bare hands...or other means of murder.
I wander off into my bedroom.
It is a cell.
Guards watch me. They smile. And bring down their batons if I stare them down. I cry. Yet I feel angst.
That is my reality.
That is now the end of my New York story...
...For now.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Mystery / ThrillerIn New York, on June 20, 2013, Michael Franklin, 39, is approaching 40. Yes, he is going to celebrate the milestone by changing his life around. And, as he goes about his nefarious business, he leaves death and destruction, in his wake. The new Thri...
