Each step he took was painful. He had to pump himself up before lurching again. God damn he wished he had another bulletproof vest on. He wished they had those full body armors like in those video games. Halo.

A bullet proof only protected you in a limited area. You could...

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 evening light fitlered through the dust. Few people were in the bar. Nobody caught Red's attention. They were all the usual crowd. Everybody except for one.

The man at the bar. Nursing a scotch. Hunched over. Deep in thought. Red knew the look of a man in rumination. He'd been...

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...

They held a funeral for Dave. They couldn't risk exposure. The easiest thing to do was say he was dead, hold a funeral, but actually ship him two thousand miles east.

The killer was never found. Or never revealed. The blue group was able to figure out the shooter but they...

"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...

Microsoft Office was horrible software. That's why he liked it. Things were too slick these days. Apps. The kids were always on a few at the same time. When one app got old today two new ones came to replace them. Apps. Apps everywhere.  apps   apps apps.

That sounded like a...

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...

He walked to The Boardwalk. It was only two football fields away. Cars whizzed by. He kept his hat on his head with one hand. He could use a damn smoke.

At The Boardwalk he bought a bag of salt and vinegar chips and a seltzer water in glass bottle. He...