Mourning Skye: Chapter 1 (part 1)

The afternoon sky was crisp, but had little bite. A plume of smoke escaped Adam’s mouth as he lit the end of his cigarette. He sat down, outside of the coffee shop, in faded jeans, a faded shirt and a faded state of mind. His radiant hazel eyes were squinting as the shadows of the trees danced on his brow. He tilted his head back and blew a cloud of smoke into the otherwise cloudless sky. Adam sat at the table of the coffee shop and held his cup of coffee in his right hand. He was, by every sense of the word, an attractive man. His green eyes had a feline quality to them. They didn’t glow in the dark, but they seemed to glow while you talked to him. They were definitely more green than yellow, which held the intrigue much longer. He was tall and thin. He was not overly tall. Slightly taller than average. He also wasn’t thinner than normal. He wasn’t built, but he was not skin and bones. His hair was a sandy blond. He had it described to him as dirty blond before. He wore it longer, and parted down the middle. His jaw was squared, but did not impose or jut out and his full lips were framed by two dimples. He took his coffee and put it over his bottom full lip and sipped slowly, careful not to burn his mouth or tongue. He took his coffee black. Like many things in his life it was minimalistic. He didn’t see the need to add cream or sugar to something that...

Mourning Skye: Prelude

The light in the bathroom was dim, but the rays from sun penetrated the room, from the frosted window. The frame of the window was painted white, a long, long time ago. It was beginning to chip away, exposing the rotting grain underneath. The walls surrounding the window frame were also painted a long time ago. These were painted gray. They were dull and drab and had no decorations to hide their imperfections. There was a white towel hanging from a rod above the toilet, the white porcelain toilet, with a dark ring inside its bowl that desperately needed to be scrubbed away. The medicine cabinet was open. It was an ordinary medicine cabinet. It had a mirror encased in metal, with plastic insides. On the bottom shelf was a tube of toothpaste. It was neatly rolled from the bottom and the cap was clean. Next to the toothpaste were three spools of floss. One mint, one cinnamon and one un-waxed. On the top shelf was a bottle of perfume. The bottle was small and delicate. The lid to the bottle was crimson and the perfume was half-empty. Beside the perfume was a stick of deodorant and a jar of Vaseline. The lid to the Vaseline was neatly in place and the petroleum jelly had been wiped clean from the sides of the jar as best as it could. The middle shelf of the cabinet had one bottle of aspirin, one bottle of ibuprofen, one bottle of Aleeve, one bottle of Midol, one prescription of Xanax, one prescription of Vicodin, one prescription of Celexa, one prescription of Paxil, one...