Who: Samson and Lucifer What: A run-in with the fallen angel When: Monday night, August 6th, 2012 Where: Bookstore/Cafe? (hope that's okay Charlie)
Night was closing in but only the slow wash of people and chirping of crickets told Samson the time. He'd learned a long time ago how to tune in his other senses when his eyesight was little more than shapes and colors. inside the cafe bookstore he sat with his best book. The Bible. His fingers glided over it's braille pages. Things had quieted down for him. In fact Samson hadn't felt this alone since before he'd met Hebe years ago in San Fran. It was an okay place to be, it gave him time to keep close to God so he could talk like he used to.
When Delilah had dropped in his path again he'd flip-flopped between the do's and dont's. His ability to say no to her was near impossible. In fact it was nonexistent. He would never love a woman as much as he did her, more than he did his own God. It was what cost him his life. He supposed it was better this way that they kept separated from each other. She was never going to be the kind of woman he should be with, and she was never going to see herself anymore valuable than what she did. She liked to toy with men's passions. He was jealous over it even when he hid those thoughts from her. She'd been silent a long time, he had as well. It was better left as a tragic story.
Customers came in shaking off the rain from their umbrellas. It hadn't been raining when he'd gone out, so it was a good thing he'd brought his own umbrella. He could practically smell the rain when he stepped out of the apartment that afternoon. The bookstore was open late, so rather than slink back to his apartment (which was empty and cold) he opted to stick around, listening in on people's conversations. He paid attention to all the little things they thought no one else picked up on.