#𝒜𝒩𝒟𝑅𝐸𝐼 : 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 .

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     Andrei’s morning workout had been a welcome sabbatical since his arrival in Lighthouse Cove. Retirement—the word still tasted bitterly in his throat—had sparked a steady regression into complacency, a feeling that stung him so harshly, he’d nearly felt ashamed. The restless sting that clung to the new arrival’s bones was only satiated when he escaped the luxurious confines of his home, fists drilling the punching bag.

     He mopped away the black locks that clung to his forehead. The sun had just started to peek over the horizon, seagulls bleating against the morning hues. Andrei took a breath, the crisp, salty air hitting the back of his throat. This, he thought, was leagues away from the hustle-and-bustle of Manhattan. Perhaps even he could drink from a glass half full. 

     His bag slung over his back, Andrei crossed the parking lot. Tinted with the arid blue of the morning, he observed a lithe, hooded figure, breaths plumes of rushed urgency as he fiddled with the handle of the car parked next to him. This was of no shock value to Andrei. A life in the city had lended itself to similar circumstances. As he slowed his stride behind the figure, footsteps light despite his hulking physique, he felt a buzz of familiar, welcome adrenaline.

     It was not more than a minute later that the would-be thief staggered away, blood pulsating from his engorged nose. Andrei couldn’t help but let a smile creep onto his face as his gaze followed, and then landed upon the presumed owner of the car. His face dipped back down into placid disinterest, clicking the unlock button on his key fob, “You alright?”