Drops

To his hands, he looks. And, like always, she is there, talking to him. Telling him where to look.
Outside of this, O’Malley is calling for cab service and in speaking quietly into the headset, one look to Lewis and he knows better to leave him alone. Carrying on in making sure arraignments met, O’Malley follows up with speaking to a staff member employed at the Evergreen Inn. Ending the conversation, he sees that Lewis is still busy looking at something he cannot see. Thinking the man beyond his world, he leaves him be.

Within walking distance of the café, their cab ride to the Inn, is short lived. Checked in to separate rooms, both meet up shortly, and walk on over.
Inside the café, there are a few patrons that are either sipping coffee or dragging a fork along. At any rate, the scent of it all, has both ordering. During their wait, O’Malley turns to Lewis. “You alright?” He gets it. “Yeah. I’m good. Hungry though.”
Interrupting their flow of words, is plates of steaming food set before each of them. Cooling off his pile of spuds with a douse of ketchup and a heavy sprinkle of pepper, he goes to town on the eggs over easy.
Ticket paid, tip under the coffee cup, the two make their way outdoors.
Rosewood is awake with its passerby’s going about their business. “Where to,” O’Malley asks.
“How about we pay a visit to the Chief of police.” “Hold on.” He waits as O’Malley does his thing. Within minutes, comes their ride.
He is mean looking. Sour in sitting behind that desk. With nothing to bask in, comes the sharp term. “Heard about you.”
There is no love felt in the man’s words. 

Reviews

[Matthew Kult]

Creatively structured.

Good read and wonderful write.

With love,

Matthew

[Alira]

Such poetic prose; I like the character names and the imagery is haunting yet oddly comfy and familiar. Nice work.

[ben]

appreciate you.

[Alira]

Np, keep up the awesome work, man

[Kim S.]

i really enjoyed your write.

[Rye]

very cleverly written, very descriptive. Like the imagery.
Nicely done