April 28, 2015

One sentence story #10

By tjmcfee

Painting by Whistler

So cold, the snow in the city, where he stalks like a ghost, where the light in the window is always for someone else, always veiled in cold mist, a mocking vision of what might have been.

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About tjmcfee

Freelance writer. Activist on homeless issues. 48 years old. I write about subjects that need to be examined closely and thoughtfully. The idea for Brain Sections came from reading a book about abandoned asylums. I wanted to set a suspense story in that setting. The inclusion of crazed scientists turning homeless people into zombies is what makes the story unique. View all posts by tjmcfee

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