The door. The door.
I keep my eyes steady on the door after it has closed and watch the last of light fade into the horrors of darkness that surrounds me like a cold blanket. Deeply I am saddened to see a clique in reverence to this world I barely understand and I am ashamed deeply that I have lived in such a conditioned society of fools.
I am in no shape to harness any strength to even get out of this confined medical bed as my body is too frail.
The door. The door.
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Illustrated eBook-Short Stories
…Was Here Collection is a vignette of short observations written in an unusual linguistic tone about a person’s particular situational circumstance.
24 Short Stories with Character Illustrations.
