Hills Of Pain

Chapter Thirty-seven

The indistinct chattering of people, hissing of pop cans opening and chairs scraping the floor could be heard as Darron stood in the doorway, his gaze darting from one line to the next while he clenched his tray of hamburger and energy drink searching for a perfect spot to seat.

The bright florescent light strips running across the ceiling painted soft irregular patterns on the tiled floor.

The recent happenings in the city had left him with no choice than to take a break from all working activities and breathe the freshness of a new self.

Meanwhile, he noticed a vacant seat at the extreme right corner of the sleek wall, just opposite the cash register stand. He ambled past the rows of long tables with comfortable plastic chairs spaced along them, then he carefully placed the tray on the round table and pulled a seat for himself.

He showered warm breath on his palms as he rubbed them together before getting hold of a hamburger, just halfway to his mouth his phone rang.

He picked up