New short story
- We sat for hours, waiting. This is the difficult part of our work, the hanging around. When things start to happen, there’s no time to think, no time to talk or chat or laugh about the game; for the few precious minutes when shit happens, it’s pure adrenalin. The waiting is the hardest.
- In ninety minutes time, the President’s car would turn the corner below us. It was our job to make sure that nothing happened to him.
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I hope the whole JFK thing is out of my system now