ArtfromRed

DUALITY         His Armani jacket swooped left and right in the frigid night air as his Enrico shoes clap with the the hard ground of this narrow back alley as if to applaud a job well done. He clasps his keys and lets himself into the back of an apartment block. I step out into the centre of the Alley and breath the cold air deep into my lungs – the job isn't over yet. Taking a key from my  pocket I reminisce how attaining this exact replica of his key was possibly the hardest part of this otherwise easy assignment.  Already I am inside the living room of his penthouse apartment. So this is where he leads his second life. Of course