By Jay Lonnquist | Storytelling, in Paragraph Proportions | 28 Oct 2020
I want him Father. Let me…
The half-spaces between waking and drifting where things sonorous and frightful came to murmur.
Hours compressed. Umin slept.
Oh, the chime is ringling. Oh...
Awakening.
To find the low, knotty-iron doorway wide and unhinged.
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