“look at this. in my hand. this is a coffee cup. if I’m drinking from a coffee cup, that means I don’t wanna talk to you. got it?”

“is that blood? are you bleeding?”

                     with his shift at the funeral parlour over, cliff let out a heavy sigh as he exited the building. it had been a ( L O N G )  day, and he almost resembled one of the dead himself, but it wasn’t without reward. in his hand he clasped a brooch; his suit pocket already containing two bedazzled rings. he had no idea how much they were worth, but he’d soon find out. he tossed the brooch in his hand as he walked, his eyes admiring how it shone in the fading daylight, when he felt himself BUMP into somebody. “watch where you’re walkin’” he spat out, lifting his head to glare at the stranger with icy blue eyes.