Searching

Frank had been in the city for just two days and he still hadn’t found answers. He continued his search.

He slowly made his way down the dimly lit hallway. The 20 watt bulb inside the room revealed the door was ajar. Inside clothes spilled from open drawers. An empty liquor bottle, concealed in a brown paper bag lay on a small table. The only coverings on the mattress were a couple of stale pizza crusts. 

Maybe tomorrow he will discover something, before something discovered him. In the meantime it was comforting to be back in the familiar surroundings of his lodgings…


Will our film noir hero make head way or will his head make way..?