Evolving Crane by Dave Welch

Author:Dave Welch [Leffall, Natalie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Adaptor Studio Dave Welch

November 2nd

I arrived at the cathedral, 6:00 am on the dot. It was still dark outside.

Father Harmon was parked directly in front of the stairway. His car gurgled, with a thin smoke emitting from those snarling exhaust pipes.

I parked about two car lengths behind him, having a discussion with myself.

A minute later, Quincy rolled down his window. He blew the horn, beckoning for me to come over.

I was still discussing something with myself, but my ideas were too vague for recollection. I thought like a zombie, but I moved like an untamed animal. My vengeance would last even after my passing. I was determined and for that matter only.

I walked without restraint over to Father Harmon’s car.

He unlocked the passenger door.

I opened it and sat down in the cozy vehicle.

As I shut the door, he dropped a small paper bag into my lap and pointed to the cup holder next to me. I looked to see a cup with steam charging out of the lid.

“That’s your hot chocolate,” he advised.

I opened the small bag to see two fresh glazed doughnuts.

“This your idea of breakfast?” I retorted with critical taste.

“Hey man, these are the best doughnuts in America. Take a bite and see.”

I expected Father Harmon to be in civilian clothing, but he was still wearing that priest stuff. He was in the same black robe with that same white-collar thing.

“Buckle up, sir. I used to be a stunt driver in my past life,” he included as he shifted the gear of his ‘79 Chevy Impala.

I guess he figured I was impressed. I’ve been in a lot of high-speed chases. His driving wasn’t a drop in the sea.

“Thanks, Father,” I finally noted.

“Call me Quincy,” he replied as he floored the gas pedal.

I pinned to the seat as the car took off like a bullet.

“I’m glad you decided to come. Cause this guy ain’t normal, I tell you that much,” said Quincy as he whipped his car around the streets of New York like a madman.

I took out a doughnut, and I bit into it.

It was good. Incredibly good! Or maybe I was just hungry.

“They’re expecting us, Derrick. They got doctors or a scientist or something out here to evaluate his speed for you,” he explained.

I was peering into the streets and the many alleyways as we sped through town. I wasn’t concerned with what he had to say. But I didn’t want to be rude, so I narrowed my comments down to: yeah, uh-huh, really, no way, for real, and man that’s crazy.

I gave him just enough to pass the time.

“How was your night? You sleep good?” asked Quincy.

Damn! This question required more words than I had prepared to use.

I thought about just saying, ‘man that’s crazy’, but that would’ve been stupid. Then it hit me. I could just eliminate the words, man that’s. And then, one word could say it all.

“Crazy,” I grimly interjected.

“That bad huh?” he asked. “Okay, it’s clear that you’re not in the best of moods. How about I tell you a story.

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