The Love Of The Crime Series - The Beginning

Avatar Author: Francis James This is my redemption My last battle My last fight My last dying dream This is where it ends I will write one last story and then my dream of a writer shall no longer exist I plan to go more towards cooking th... Read Bio

My father use to tell me to never forget the small things in life, you never know when it will drift away into the darkness. I had wasted many aimless nights sitting in a dark lit room, lighting up and drinking the last sips inside the bottle. It was only a year ago to this day that I said my final good-byes to my father, resting his hopes of a better world inside a wooden box. I was a high prospect agent for the FBI, I was something in this world till I left things unwatched; didn’t even see my wife leave. I left home with nothing in my pocket, no badge of honor from the FBI. I was heading south with a half tank of gas inside the truck, with no map in my reach; I was driving blind through the empty highways. It wasn’t long before I came across the old farm my father left behind, shattered windows, unhinged doors, and the old creaking porch laid only few steps from where I stood. I couldn’t really come to terms with the fact, that I had finally made it home. Here I was far away from hopes and dreams.

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  1. Avatar BARomero

    Interesting start. Let’s see where you go with it. One quick adjustment: I was driving blind through the empty highways.