Antipathy To Truth || Egrid & John
@jchnalden
“Thank you, have a good day.” Egird said quietly, a soft smile on his still-battered face as the young couple left with their strawberry swirl and pecan nut ice creams. He sighed as the door closed behind them and gave into his fatigue, leaning against the counter for a few moments to take the weight of his feet. Everything was just so much harder now; his face looked a little better, the cuts had healed and aside from a faded black eye and deep bruise on his chin (both of which had turned a rather unattractive green colour) his face was almost back to normal.
His torso was still heavily bandaged, after three doctor trips he’d been told the ‘stabbing cuts’ were healing put would scar him for life and stitches could still be pulled if he worked too hard, not that such a feat was easy with two arms still in casts... Police interest had at least died down and the visit from that boy aside perhaps he could try to forget this for the moment and try to find his hope again.
The bell above his door ringing had him reluctantly pushing off the table and looking up at the man who’d walked inside. He smiled softly, “Hello there, can I get anything Sir?“