The sun is just peeking out from
behind the clouds and shines its beautiful golden rays through the windows of
Carson’s brownstone in Brooklyn, New York. He rolls over in bed, blinks the
sleep out of his eyes and squints at his alarm clock. It reads 6:15 am. By 6:20
he is in the kitchen with half a bagel in the toaster and a pot of coffee
brewing away. BING, his bagel pops out of the toaster, toasted just long
enough to become crisp enough that it will maintain its crispiness under a
thick layer of fluffy cream cheese. He settles down in his favorite chair with
his piping hot cup of coffee in one hand and his perfectly toasted bagel in the
other. The familiar voice of Charlie Rose, CBS morning news anchor, fills the
room. The police are on the search for a
man who has been going around all over New York City stealing everything in
sight. From a pack of gum from Safeway to a Porsche from the dealership, this “man”
is a master but upon review of the security tapes, only appears as an outline
of a person. This mystery has yet to be solved and the answer is lying within
someone roaming the streets of New York. Carson had to overpower that
little devil inside his head telling him that he could stay and watch the rest
of the news story because he had never been late to work before and it was too
nice of a day to get in trouble with his boss. At precisely 6:40 he was out the
door and heading down the steps on his way to the subway station. From 2 years
of living in Brooklyn, he mapped out the shortest path to the subway station
and calculated exactly when he needed to leave in order to walk the nine blocks
from his house to the subway station to catch the 6:55 train into the city. As
he walked down the street in the crisp morning air, the sun greeting him with
open arms, warming him with each step he took. When he got to the corner he
noticed something was missing. Something that completes him; something that
every single thing on the planet has. It walks when you walk, it sleeps when
you sleep and it eats when you eat. His
curiosity was quickly wiped from his mind as he entered the subway station and
saw his train coming to a stop. Sweat dripped from his brow as he began a mad
dash for the train, squeezing between the doors just as they slammed shut.
Good descriptions, I could definetly picture anything in your story, but this one sentance I felt like was not something a news reporter would say "The police are on the search for a man who has been going around all over New York City stealing everything in sight. From a pack of gum from Safeway to a Porsche from the dealership,"
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