Unleashing The Beast


The rain fell softly but persistently in vertical broken lines onto the soaked sidewalk as it had done for the last three days. The volume wasn’t substantial enough to cause flooding or disruption, but was consistent enough to soak you through after ten minutes, and consistent enough to depress the hell out of Billy. As he stood in his kitchen apartment on the third floor he sipped a hot cup of afternoon tea, looking down onto mid rush hour traffic. It was already dark. The sun had failed to break through for even part of the day, and was now gone until the next dawn. Pedestrians hurried past each other, clashing umbrellas in their desire to hurry home after a tedious day at work, unable to avoid all the puddles in front of them, soaking through footwear more suited to the office than a wet autumn evening.

He should have gone for a walk earlier in the day but the weather had sapped what little enthusiasm he had for fresh air as soon as he had got out of bed and looked out the window. Inactivity made him restless and grumpy so it was just as well there was no one to take it out on. He walked around the small apartment, finishing his tea, killing time before he had to go out. It was another hour or so until he was due to meet Eddie, a potential buyer for his classic 1962 Harley motorcycle.

The radio was on as usual, providing back ground companion noise, otherwise the silence and loneliness could be ear shattering and nerve jangling, even in the middle of a busy town. Billy washed the single cup, putting it in the cupboard after wiping it with a tea towel. He ran his hand over his grey beard out of habit, scratching and playing with it as men with beards do. It didn’t really suit him, made him look even older he thought. Maybe he would shave it off later. He would go to the library first to check if he had any E-mails from Eddie, just in case he had cancelled. Billy put on his raincoat and flat cap, turned off the lights, checked that his front door was double locked behind him and walked steadily down the stairs out into the abrasive smoggy air. He had always liked the hustle and bustle of town life. Billy believed it suited his outgoing personality, enjoying the opportunity to always have somewhere to go or something to do, but lately the city seemed to have lost much of its appeal.

The library was only half a mile away, a seven minute walk for Billy. It was quiet inside as he had expected, both in atmosphere and occupancy - a few school children were playing on their cell phones, books open in front of them as  props - an old lady loitered at the romance novels, and a couple of unkempt middle aged men sat reading the free newspapers, probably for the fourth or fifth time that day; and only one person, a twenty something, sat in the computer section, scrolling through dozens of job vacancies that appeared on his screen for only a few seconds before they vanished as his finger flicked the mouse. Billy had seen him before and acknowledged him with the briefest of nods as he went to sit at the desk behind. The job hunter mustn’t have been there long Billy thought. Previous experience had shown that his perusal of jobs only lasted ten minutes or so before the man would sigh, give up and search for something more interesting on the internet; maybe Facebook, The Daily News, or pictures of Kim Kardashian - anything seemed better than finding work.

Billy inserted his library card and logged onto his E-mail address. There was nothing new in his in-box, nothing from Eddie at any rate; a couple of spam e-mails advising him he had won the lottery, again, and also been left millions of dollars in inheritance from a distant uncle of someone or other in Nigeria. Clicking on delete was automatic. How some people got taken in with that type of rubbish he would never know. Billy logged off and stepped back into the night, crossing the road at the lights; another mile to go on foot. The rain had finally ceased so he undid the top button on his wet coat, noticing that the damp had started to creep up his trouser legs. “I should have put my boots on” Billy said aloud to himself, “no matter”. His lone conversation was overheard by a passing smartly dressed young secretary, but she didn’t take much notice. After only a few months walking up and down this street five days a week she had seen it all, or so she thought. Billy’s step was quick and light as he walked further from the town centre, the volume of traffic and pedestrians decreasing as he went further towards the suburbs.

His double garage was at the end of an alleyway, kept company by another two dozen similarly dilapidated units on either side. After opening the double doors, Billy checked the Harley in the back of the van. The bike looked superb, painstakingly and sensitively restored over the last year to its original state, a collector’s dream if you had that kind of money, and he believed that Eddie did. Billy was proud of what he had achieved because he had no real talent or knowledge of such bikes. It just shows what you can do when you put your mind and heart into it, and he had always looked forward to a challenge, the bigger the better. They were due to meet further out from the town in a quieter area. Eddie had wanted to try the bike out, and that meant try it at speed, so Billy had recommended doing so on a road that was barely used at this time of night, providing a desirable mixture of bends and straights for Eddie to weave around and open the throttle up fully. Good to go, Billy started his old van up and drove into the alleyway, stopping to secure his garage before proceeding on the five mile drive that he had done a few times before. The rain remained as drizzle as the night darkened further and within twelve minutes he had parked at the back of the disused gas station half way up the road as arranged.





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