The Bornless

The Bornless #183

Breathing fast Harry sits at his desk. He’s jumpy. He keeps his eye on the lieutenant’s office. He strides over to the coffee pot and grabs another one. Blundering hands. His guts are groaning, it’s been hours now since he ate and he’s itching to get back in the car. He takes someone’s brown paper bag. Pastrami-on-rye. Dry. He shoves it in his dry mouth, he can hardly chew but knows he needs it. He throws back coffee into his full mouth to try and get it down. It hurts his guts. He gets pain.