Chapter Six Posted
I’ll post something of the nonfictional persuasion in the next day or two, for those of you who are all like, “Dude, I don’t care about your fucked-up space creature novel, even if it’s free, creepy, and spectacularly paced. What’s up with YOU, as in the real, virtual, internet-trolling blogger Dogpoet that I’ve come to ‘know’?!?”
The bell dings and the doors take their sweet time opening. She steps out on the 15th floor but stops short. At a narrow reading table sits a thick-muscled man in a Peppy Step uniform – a janitor hunched in the harsh light, his back to her, shaved head and tattooed neck like a couple of big rocks sitting on his shoulders, which are working slightly. What’s he doing? She can’t see. She can feel him listening to her breathe, the rows of shelves stretching past him in the dark…
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