Twin Flames Burning
JT looked at the business card. He flipped it around. The back was blank. He flipped it back, and read it once more, for the one hundredth time.
Saturday. May 19. 8:27pm.
Stella Ct. and Healy Ave.
Bring the Banana.
DON’T BE LATE.
He looked at his watch. 8:19. It wasn’t like him to be early, for anything. Not even a minute. But he had been standing at the corner of Stella and Healy for nearly a half hour. The anticipation had been gnawing at him for days.