Fiction

[sam_gunn]

The Cripple

The office door slides past, its metal and white frame close to my head. The office is laid out before me as my body strides smoothly and confidently in to its space. The wooden floors feel solid underneath me, the wide, open spaces and low walled cubicles are no barrier to my vision, and I take a deep breath looking around, proud and

Comments

[a_solipsism]

Dear LJ Cut,
I miss you. Where have you gone? And why have I forgotten how to use you?
Love,
Sam

[ex_myrrhian]

I didn't expect that ending. Wow.