Writing Prompt #16

The waves slapped against the stones in the dreary early morning light, the slow heavy crunch of footsteps and vicious caw of circling seagulls the only sounds that could be heard for miles.

The detective stopped and dug his hands deep into his trouser pockets with a sigh.

Writing Prompt #14

Emily Dove sits across from me as she stares off into space, away with the fairies. She is not one for talking, in fact she is more of a listener and I know it will be hard to get her to open up to me, tell me about herself.