I move in at night. Carrying two bags, dragging them up the stairs like a couple of body bags. The smell hits me first. Something like damp plaster. Something like sour laundry. The kind of smell that promises someone died here and everyone just pretends not to notice. The stairs groan. Floorboards crack. Creak. […]
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He doesn’t walk. He appears like a glitch in the film of the world. Some say they saw him first between cigarette drags. Others swear it was the second after they blinked and forgot their own names. No one ever remembers him arriving. He just was, like bad news or déjà vu. A
Stop!” He threw his hands up into the air like he was throwing them down on top of a desk. “Hang on a minute,” he yelled. “Something’s wrong, something’s not right!” He screamed this as maniacally as mad in the middle of an unaffected crowd in the middle of the frozen food section. No one
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