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The man stood in the cereal aisle of the grocery store, wanting to burst out of his skin. It was finally going to happen. This was the day where he would honor a man who deserved to be revered, not reviled. He would raise the status of the one who single-handedly put Hayeston on the map years ago.

Like all great ideas, this one started as a flash in his head, a moment of inspiration, the kind that inspired the Wright Brothers to consider flight or Charles Manson to start a race war. Both names were easily recognizable, even to the uneducated, because they left an imprint on the world that could not be ignored.

Today, he was going to do the same, but not for himself, for someone who had been misunderstood and suffered in a prison cell, alone and depressed.

Genius was a rare commodity and those who had it should be elevated in the sight of others, no matter their flaws. But, the people of Hayeston didn’t care about mental giants, about the bold willing to push the limits to fulfill their destiny.

They’d lost sight of who and what was important. That would change after today.

The man in the cereal aisle was going to make sure of it. The past was about to become present and Hayeston was going to be the focus of the world once again.

He stepped toward the front of the grocery store, hiding behind a stacked display of canned colas, and watched the blonde cashier ring up the food of a man wearing a red base- ball cap.

She was a nice girl, or so he had heard, but he didn’t need to know her to do what had to be done.

It would probably be better if she remained a mystery. Killing a stranger would be easier.