Sunday, September 11, 2005

No. 4

The room was too small: he felt like Jack-in-a-box. The real estate prices were going through the roof in this big city he found himself in. Big city with no space. He felt the walls were getting together to plot his death. He opened the window.

The polluted air filled the room, full of promise.

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