1948

This is just an excerpt from a short story I may or may not write in the future. A little different from my normal articles:

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"I stood there. Watching. Waiting. My eyes piercing through the glass sheet separating us from being in the same air. The ceiling-to-floor windows not revealing the anguish contained within the room. A normal meeting to all observers. Nothing to note as the ignorant masses go about their lives like the lemmings they so rightfully prove to be. What use are they? What do they achieve in their lives? Read more..."

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Read more: http://authspot.com/short-stories/1948/#ixzz1K1hmkZ4y