AC James sits in a darkened jazz-bar, mellow music in the background, glass of red wine in his right hand. He sits back in the corner, a beautiful old leather-bound chair hugging him like the warm grip of an old love. James, his phone pressed to his ear, nods, takes a sip of wine, and listens.........then shakes his head....sitting forward he takes a breath a he thinks over his next words, as if making a commitment he's still unsure about.....
"I....." James begins, then stops himself, again listening to the voice on the other end of the line, ".....no. It's time. This time, it's time. I need to pull the trigger, and it needs to get done. It can't go on any more.....I can't....no. You need to understand what I'm doing here.....no, we'll talk about it later when I'm done with this meeting. Yeah, they're here now. Okay....I'll message you tomorrow when I'm organised. Yeah....see you then. Bye."
James snaps his phone shut and sits-back in his chair.....all alone....."....for now" he tells himself, then takes another sip of his vintage red.
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