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TTDW Chapter 2Istaqa and I stayed at the crime scene as long as the police would allow, but despite our efforts, we found nothing new relating to the case. As the police cleared the scene, Istaqa and I boarded the subway train once more, heading back to our office in Springfield.
Istaqa and I sit on the third floor of the ten-story Versar Center building in Springfield, near Springfield Mall. Though our address says Suite 301, Securitas takes up most of the space on the floor. The Washington offices of the Special Investigations Division were squeezed into one corner of the space, "squeezed" being the operative term. Securitas has several departments the fields of security and investigative processes, and one of those, Pinkerton Government Services, Inc., takes up most of the space in the suite. There are less than thirty employees in my particular department, including myself, all shoved into a space that might comfortably fit half that number.
TTDW Chapter 1Standing up on a Metro train is probably not the best idea in the world, especially if you don't have a good hold on one of the hand bars near the doors, over your head, or on the back of the seats. You never know when the brakes will suddenly be applied, sending you tumbling into somebody's lap – quite literally.
Yet that's exactly what I was doing. I was standing near the front of the subway car, between the seats that face forwards and those that face backwards, hands behind my back, head down, and eyes closed. I had made it from Springfield to King's Street without tipping over, and I was trying to repeat the process after transferring from the Blue Line to the Yellow Line.
The six-car train wasn't especially crowded, unusual for the early rush hour commute. Most of the two-person seats had someone in them, but it wasn't sociophobia that was the reason my preference to stand. I just preferred to stand wh
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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