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Month: August 2011

Vignette from something I’m working on

Virhem held the head of the sleeping train conductor in his hand gently, with the same sort of attitude an orderly would hold their patient, practiced and dispassionate. The white noise of the train whispering on its tracks, hovering on the cushion of electromagnetic repulsion, softened the sound of the twitching and scuffling as the train conductor’s body struggled for a moment to wake up. The narcotic mixed in with the paralyzing agent was too strong. His eyes fluttered for a few, never quite opening before they closed for good.… Read more Vignette from something I’m working on