Killing Time Who: Chris Brammell and OPEN Where: Walking through town, looking at the shops... When: Afternoon...?
He had a deadline, so naturally, he was far away from his computer. In fact, he'd gone into town to make it impossible to work on his writing, other than maybe jot down some thoughts in the small notebook he had tucked into his jacket pocket. It was a warm day, so the denim jacket was off and hanging over one shoulder, his arm up, hand holding it there. His other hand was in one of the back pockets of his jeans and he walked leisurely along, looking at the window displays as he passed and taking in the general ambiance of Scarlet Oaks.
Maybe he'd stop for a coffee, if he found somewhere interesting, or perhaps a cold drink would be better. He thought about going to the circus or checking out the movie set - if anything was filming during the day and if they let the locals watch. Not that he was a 'local', per se. Not yet. Did he look like a tourist because he was wearing a blood-red T-shirt with small lettering on the right side of his chest that declared: 'I went to Scarlet Oaks and all I got was a bloody shirt'?