Odyssey 2: The Meeting With the trousers he had worn safely wrapped in a canvas bag, Paul made his way down an eastward street towards the dry cleaners. He couldn't remember exactly how the stain had appeared, but the pants themselves were still serviceable, and they could be worn again after the offending stain was removed.Odyssey 2: The Meeting7 months ago in Writing More Like This
He had found an online advertisement for a cleaners company. It was in a somewhat dingy area of town, sitting just beside a convenience store that sold nothing but old cigarettes. But the service was cheap and it efficient, something hard to find nowadays.
The metal hinges of the door squeaked as he pushed it o