A wild slim alien

Fifty word fiction – Black Ven

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At the Whittington, waiting for an ECG.  Two collections of ghost stories are the only available reading matter for all those fluttering hearts.  I have Bleak House with me, but my attention wanders.  I try to think I am nothing, and for a moment, I succeed: I cease to exist.

Author: awildslimalien

Writing on music at A jumped-up pantry boy (https://pantry.wordpress.com/). Just writing at A wild slim alien (https://awildslimalien.wordpress.com/).

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