All Chapters of Shadow of Yesterday: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

In the heat of the afternoon, Michelle headed back home, fuming with rage. Her car raced through the densely populated streets and everyone ran for cover. She wouldn't mind running a dozen people over. She could feel the veins on her forehead pulsating with every heartbeat. She finally reached her apartment and stopped her car. The valet approached her to relieve her of the keys. She held the keys forward and just as the valet extended his arm to take them, she dropped them on the ground. It was on purpose. The keys bounced once before rolling under the car. The young valet had his heart in his mouth. “Oops! Look what you’ve done! If there’s even a single scratch on it, it’ll come out of your salary!” she yelled. The man knew well enough that she had dropped the keys intentionally but he couldn't dare to retaliate. He stood there shaking like a scared little puppy. Michelle loved it. It was her favorite pastime.“Well? My keys won’t get off the ground themselves!” she yelled. The val

All the officers in the police station were on edge. They were accustomed to small-time burglaries, petty thievery and drunken brawls. Not even the most experienced of them had seen something of that scale. An army of intimidating and obviously foreign looking men sat in front of them in handcuffs, waiting to be processed. More than half of the policemen in the station did not even know who the guests were. Juan Varga sat with his men without a hint of care on his face while Hugo and Gabriel sat in the interrogation room. Rodrigo had made a run for it. Hugo sat there like a mannequin. A sad one at that. He just stared at the walls in deep thought. A couple of officers sat across from him at a loss for words. They didn't even know where to start. They didn't have the slightest clue who they were dealing with. Gabriel had been waiting for the opportunity to make a phone call since the moment he had arrived there. As soon as the opportunity arrived, he made the most of it. Gabriel was di

Jessica gathered the courage to speak but the doorbell snatched the opportunity away from her. The pizza had arrived. Adam sprang up to his feet to receive it. Stepping outside, Adam realized that the sun had taken its leave a while ago. The sky was pitch black. The time flew when they were being intimate with one another. Adam gave the pizza guy a generous tip and returned to Jessica with the boxes. She had finally picked a movie to watch. Adam grabbed a crate of beer from the fridge and they were set for the evening. The movie was a romantic comedy just like Jessica had wanted. It had just the right amount of comedy and dirty jokes. The main female character has an affair in her office and her husband suspects it but the evidence escapes him by the barest of margins in a very laughable manner. After a while of enjoying the meal and the movie, Jessica remembered the matter at her own office that she needed to share with her husband. She took her time and chose her words. “Y’know? T

An overly decorated muscle car rolled into a seemingly deserted suburb in Stuart. It attracted all sorts of attention because of the appearance but the blind would turn their heads because of the deafening music being blasted in it. It was daytime so the people didn't seem to mind the noise but the appearance of the car and the two thugs in it spoke volumes of how much they cared about people’s opinion. The vehicle drove to the back of a hardware store at the end of the street. The back garage door of the hardware store slowly lifted and a man stepped out of the way to let the car enter. The car slowly vanished inside and there were only echoes of the bass left in the street. The interior of the hardware store was another story. Dozens of men ran around obeying orders of their superiors. Meth was being tossed around and packed in different sizes of plastic bags. It looked like a legitimate sweatshop with employees working a conveyer belt. The place was dimly lit. The employees carefu

Two years ago in Colombia…The clouds shrouded the cornfield and the old farmer stood at the edge of the field with a hoe and a sack on his back. He hadn't touched the bottle for two whole days, awaiting the fateful day. There was no doubt that it was about to rain. The arrow had already left the bow. It was just a matter of time. The clouds rumbled and yielded a faint flash. The first drops fell and one of them landed on the farmer’s head. The old man smiled. It was time. The impact of the light droplets on the leaves echoed. The farmer was ready to dig new drains through the field and check if the old ones were in functioning condition. “Papa!” he heard behind him. He turned around and found his youngest daughter running toward him with an ear to ear grin. At first, he was irritated and angry at her as it was dangerous running around in the field at that hour and it would waste a duration of the invaluable rain in taking her back to the house. But just one glance at her blissful sm