A Short Story : A Story?

“Will the two of you be so kind as to relay your recent findings to us?”

I sat down next to her, grabbing the article.”Molly...Molly was the doctor that treated the six victims. She could only save one of them.”

"Well, from what Ash has told us. It does make a whole lot of sense if you look at it." The latter tried to reason with his best friend with a smile.

“We best be leaving now. Thank you for your time.” I said, getting up and moving toward the front door. Warterhen followed behind me.

“Can I see his eyes again?” Cander moves closer. “Unusual.” he remarks after further inspection.

“In a manner of speaking, I was,” Lathan replied as he looked over the area. “It was only a temporary setback luckily. But it would seem we’ve still got a matter to deal with. What information have you gleaned from the area.”

Cana pulls over to the shoulder of the road and slumps back against her seat with a sigh. This was a bad idea, even if she doesn’t regret it. She’s twenty-seven years old and she’s been looking for something to break the tedium, even if storming out

“Ah! I can’t forget this,” says Teague, taking the folder in his left hand while he searched around for his bag with his right. Obviously he

“Boy, did I miss those eyes,” he says, smiling. I smile too. It’s been one month since I last saw him. Two men come into the clearing.

"Ah...what do you need to unsee that you would risk blindness to unsee? Please, show me. I am curious." Matsuda paled at L's query in obvious terror. "Well? I've seen many horrifying things in my time, Matsuda. I am certain that it will not shock me." L added, in reply to Matsuda's apparent discomfort.

He then rides the elevator back up and walks into his apartment. It’s dead silent. He walks over and pours himself a nice big cup. Then he pours the girl a cup. He grabs out something from his pocket that he had been waiting to use for a long time. He reads the label out loud,

Returning shortly carrying a tray of coffee and cinnamon toast for two, Andrew went out on the patio where Margaret was waiting, and served her first. While sipping the coffee and eating his toast, Andrew asked, “Have you decided what we should get Mark for graduation?”

Sniffing the air and noticed immediately noticed the lack of the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, which always filled his mother’s house early in the morning. Why would she over-sleep knowing he took off from work, he said, “The least Mom could have done was have coffee ready. Guess I should have called before I left home, the next time, I will.”

He stopped in front of one, and swept his arm inside the room, “My office!” he said, and he followed in behind Sylvester and settled in a leather chair behind a desk. “Pick a chair and have a seat. …Coffee?”

“Then why are we leaving?” Greene asks. To which Cander doesn’t respond, he turns to walk away. “Cander!” Greene yells.