Disoriented
Wynne was hungover, and it wasn't from booze or drugs. The night before had passed in a blur, but he did know he had pushed past his own limits...and that wasn't always a good thing. Waking up in a strange place with empty pockets, it was severely discomfiting. His mouth was dry, and he didn't have money to get a drink. He ran a pale hand over his face, felt day-and-a-half old stubble.
He walked down the sidewalk, the sun ever present no matter how much he tried to seek shade under the awnings of store fronts. Wynne scanned the vicinity for any sort of familiar face, but it was a weak effort. Most of the people he had gotten to know in Key West were of a more nocturnal sort. They were all probably sleeping comfortably in their beds.
The sun was making its glorious appearance now that most of the cloud cover had blown away, and Cassidy put on her shades against the glare as she exited the post office. Bit of a hangover from last night, and her head was still feeling a little thick. She was going to have to stop making Duval Street her second home.
The bottle of water she was carrying got uncapped, and she took a slow drink as she ambled down the sidewalk. She would need lunch soon, but something light so as not to threaten her stomach. This afternoon, there was to be more furniture shopping.
( Charity of Sorts )
He walked down the sidewalk, the sun ever present no matter how much he tried to seek shade under the awnings of store fronts. Wynne scanned the vicinity for any sort of familiar face, but it was a weak effort. Most of the people he had gotten to know in Key West were of a more nocturnal sort. They were all probably sleeping comfortably in their beds.
The sun was making its glorious appearance now that most of the cloud cover had blown away, and Cassidy put on her shades against the glare as she exited the post office. Bit of a hangover from last night, and her head was still feeling a little thick. She was going to have to stop making Duval Street her second home.
The bottle of water she was carrying got uncapped, and she took a slow drink as she ambled down the sidewalk. She would need lunch soon, but something light so as not to threaten her stomach. This afternoon, there was to be more furniture shopping.
( Charity of Sorts )