Swell Time

Moving forward, just not sure where we're going, but at least we're having a swell time when we do it.


The room was undulating.  He couldn’t move his arms.  When he tried to scream.  His voice was gone.  It was hot, burning up.

Janet put a cool towel on the man’s head.  She said to him.  “I don’t know your name.  And I hate that we call people John.  You remind me of my grandpa, I hope you don’t mind if I call you Sam.  That is until you get a chance to tell us who you are and your story.”



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This entry was posted on January 10, 2018 by in story, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , .
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