What Waits in the Dark and Fetid
My fellows in the city rejected me, whether out of fear, or the fact we’re all loners by nature. “Don’t you touch me!” the homeless man screamed at me, “Don’t touch my stuff!” The area where I was in was less than appealing. This particular Chicago winter wasn’t harsh, but it wasn’t pleasant. The freezing necessitated that I find a warm place or get a hotel. Hotels have less exits than you might think– a story for another time. The man tottered onward, content I wasn’t going to steal his junk. He’d probably stab me in the throat for my laptop if he knew IRead More →