Old Tricks

Beside the bonfire, Davis sat in the front seat of an Old World military vehicle.

The bearded man in the black trench coat had eyes filled with panic and fear, but he wore an exaggerated smile. From time to time, bubbles spewed out of his mouth as his eyes rapidly blinked a few times as if they were cramping.

His hands constantly moved up and down as his body was enveloped by illusory darkness.

The darkness was like a fog that originated from his left pocket. It sometimes shimmered like water, and it sometimes was as deep and dark as the night.