I think I may have started my story too early, but I'm on the fence [as usual]. I guess that's marginally better starting a story too late...I'm looking for a small handful of volunteers to read the first couple of scenes and tell me what they think.
This isn't a full critique, just a general read to see if it's okay as is, or if I need to cut the first 1000 words or so... but I won't stop you if you want to do more.
(this is also a major rewrite of a previously posted story fragment last summer, formerly entitled: To the End of the Line.)
Here's the intro:
After two full days of recharging, Jeremiah Hudson passed through the door of his flat at three minutes past six. He caught a power line and surfed it toward the train station to make the 0605. Perhaps today would be lucky and the hunt for Bitters would end in success.
Nevertheless, Jeremiah was glad to be out of the house again. He loathed being cooped up while he recharged. The indignity of it! This made him angry and hateful at times, stoking the fires of revenge that burned within him; a vengeance he would release in spades upon Bitters.