aj_crawley
09 December 2004 @ 02:00 pm
 
Crowley stands on the small jetty, scanning the grey horizon with tired eyes. The small white tugboat is conspicuously absent. He curses quietly, huddled in his jacket, and turns to hop down onto the sand. He wanders across the beach, hands in his pockets and shoes kicking idly at the fine-grained sand. He's checking the time on his watch when something catches his eye. He crouches, picks it up. Flips it back and forth between long fingers. Smiles. And when he hears the steady chug of a small tugboat engine steadily approaching, he unzips his jacket, and slips it into the breast pocket of a faded blue shirt.