Daily Short Stories from The Penned Sleuth

Down the Street It was my favourite jacket. There were rips here and there or perhaps a red stain on the pale sleeves, but it was my favourite jacket always. It fitted me so well, it was light and comfortable. For all these reasons I couldn’t imagine doing anything without it. It spoke to me almost as much as the mask did. The mask was another story; I didn’t like it as much as the jacket, but it was also very necessary for my work. It allowed me to be more professional as well as release my emotions. I wore both as I walked down the street. https://www.thepennedsleuth.com/