july 7 pnp

I kept= my post short yesterday because I wanted to work on the second chapter of something that I hope ends up at novella length before the end of the year. Here's a bit of it: The first time it happened, Kenny thought it was an accident. He was sitting at the bar at his local minding his own business and reading a book. It was a Tuesday in the winter and the bar, all soft light, wood, and songs from the 70s, was a welcome contrast to the dry, biting cold outside. It was slow. Mason was behind the bar polishing glasses. A few other patrons were interspersed throughout the place, not too close to or far away from each other. Kenny noticed this and thought of how he'd arrange his pieces when he played Battleship as a child.Eventually a man walked in. Tall, middle-aged, well put-together, handsome but not pretty. Kenny gave the man the once over and returned to his book. The man gave the room the once over and then walked over to a seat at the bar a few down from Kenny."Mind if I sit…