Mr. Chalk Chapter 1

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Mr. Chalk’s appearance as a small man was not so much related to his physical size but more to his stature. He was a tidy man. His dark brown suit, caramel shirt, yellow tie and deeply shined shoes were perfectly matched. The proportions of the ensemble fit Mr. Chalk as if tailored for him.

Mr. Chalk patiently stared through the bars of his holding cell in the Dodd County Jail. His only view was the pale green wall across the common hallway that linked the line of cells together. The wall was dirty, the paint chipped and peeling from age and neglect. Occasionally the view was broken by the shuffle of detainees and police as they moved in and out of his vision. The noise, the smells, the sense of desperation that permeated the space was comforting to him. For you see, Mr. Chalk had an appointment.

Chapter 2 tomorrow.

B.