She was asleep when he returned. The song kept playing in his head.

"The  Seaside Rest , the place that knows you best."

Stuck in his head. An ear worm. Funny that it was this motel jingle.

He thought about what to do. Sat on the chair near the other window, away from...

And he would have no idea. Because in a flash he was blacked out.

THUD.

He woke up later. Not sure what time it was. He could tell it was a basement. But the windows were completely blacked out. There was no way to sense whether it was day or night.

"You're awake,"...

Cash's Cup ironically didn't accept cash.

Why the hell is it called Cash's cup then? one young man remarked.

It's the name of the barista.

Oh well that makes sense, the young man said while returning to his phone. I like that guy!

No that's not Cash. That's James. He's just a barista.

But you...

After bineg shot at the  Seaside Rest , he never parted with the  bulletproof . Even slept in it.

How different would life be right now had he been wearing it. He thought to himself. Thought this a lot. But this always led to the realization that it wasn't just the...

The  Seaside Rest was an old school motel. They washed dishes by hand. Made home cooked meals. Gave guests cloth napkins; these would be washed and given to the next guest.

There was no continuous menu. The motel made what they did based on whatever ingredients they had and you either...

"A shooting? Down by the Seaside Rest you say?" the tanned, lean forearm powered the hand that was holding a brown bottle of lager. Between the index finger and thumb was dark blue star tattoo. The blue was dark enough that most would describe it as black .

"Yeah! And even...

On that boardwalk the two spoke for less than half hour's time. To Dave it felt like a long conversation, Not in a bad way. time slowed down. He paid attention. Listened. there were no goals. Just two men exchanging words while the ocean exchanged force against the coastline.

it felt...