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Dingy - Chapter 1
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The waitress' eyes grew wide at the crumpled paper the woman had handed with the money.
"Help," it read.
When she looked up, the woman was gone.
Ah, a little morsel of desperation left behind for me to savor. The waitress' eyes widened as she read the hastily scrawled plea on the crumpled paper "HELP". How deliciously naive.
I can still picture her now, searching the crowded diner for the woman who had so brazenly disappeared with nothing but a whispered word and a few crumpled bills. A futile endeavor, really. In this city, people like that... they just vanish.
The scent of stale coffee and grease from my abandoned booth still clings to me as I slip out into the neondrenched night. The streets are alive with promise shadows...
The waitress' eyes grew wide at the crumpled paper the woman had handed with the money.
"Help," it read.
When she looked up, the woman was gone.
Ah, a little morsel of desperation left behind for me to savor. The waitress' eyes widened as she read the hastily scrawled plea on the crumpled paper "HELP". How deliciously naive.
I can still picture her now, searching the crowded diner for the woman who had so brazenly disappeared with nothing but a whispered word and a few crumpled bills. A futile endeavor, really. In this city, people like that... they just vanish.
The scent of stale coffee and grease from my abandoned booth still clings to me as I slip out into the neondrenched night. The streets are alive with promise shadows...
