OPEN//An Awful Day

The day had been extensive. Beyond his desire, truly, but Eric had gone through it. Sat down at the barbers for an hour, getting the six months Santa beard on the head look shaved off, one that had been induced by being held captive by Amanda Young. Fixating his crutches was becoming easier now, though, so that was a plus. Although he’d managed to weasel his way out of that trap – he’d caused spinal nerve damage, which effected his legs. Couldn’t walk any less straighter before he came pigeon toed.

Setting the sticks that kept the cop up right off to the side of a bench, he then sat down. The view was much better than a cell blocks – surely, but he didn’t know what to do now. He had no family, not with Daniel gone. His job, without Riggs and Allison was dull… there wasn’t any joy. He turned from his view of the distant ocean to the person beside him, “What an awful day to be alive.” He mused.