A Story For Sunday: Waiting To Take You Away by Jason Michel

PULPLOGO (1)‘ Dark.

Light.

The man blinks five times. Twice slowly with effort. Three times fast. His eyes are adjusting to the light of the room. There is no sunlight here. The sun has gone a long, long way from here. There is the smell of damp from the aged and tired wooden table to the side of me. The natural whiff of decay.’

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