Tuesday, 5 October 2021

Right Through Me

            The receptionist looked right through me as i crossed the carpeted lobby between glass-cased tanker models and clipper ship prints. I winked at her and she spun away on her swivel chair. The frosted doors to the inner sanctum had bronze fouled anchors mounted in place of handles, and i pushed through humming a sea shanty under my breath.

Falling Angel
William Hjortsberg

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