The Savior

The Savior

A story;

Part 1

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.”

“Comin’ up.”

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.)

Part 2

Adam quickly put his boots in the shower and turned the water on. He pulled off his blood soaked socks and threw them in as well. Then he carefully examined his feet to see where the blood was coming from.

He thought some of his toe nails, which he hadn’t clipped lately were probably digging in to his toes and making them bleed. But he carefully examined all of his toes and found no cuts. He removed his trousers to see if the blood was coming from somewhere else but there was no blood on his legs.

He removed the rest of his clothes and got into the shower. He cleaned out his boots, wrong out his socks and tossed the into the sink to be cleaned later. He took a shower and as he finished he heard the phone ringing.

That’s strange, he thought, as he got out of the shower. No one ever calls me and it’s too late for the telemarketers. It will probably stop ringing before I get there, he thought as he dried himself off.

As he entered his room the phone was still ringing, so he answered it.

“Hello?”

“Adam Zelf?”

“Yes.”

“We know who your are.”

The caller hung up.

(To be continued.)