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 Meeting1 year 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 open. Pulling the ends of his scarf more snugly around his shoulders, he waited as the elderly lady came out behind the racks of clothes to the counter.
Curtly, she asked, "Do you need something cleaned?"
He nodded, passing her the bag with his soiled clothing.
She headed through a