’ And then thoughts of the ice-storm would return. The sanctuary offered by electricity now demands my adoration. I become uncomfortable in moments ...f even mild silence. I exit the station and make my way into the city. My pen rests comfortably between friendly calluses. I hobble onto an obscure side street where my hollow footsteps die on the slick pavement. A neon sign of a woman’s contour sprays electric crimson across the roadway. I can picture the ambulances surrounding the scene of a. My uncle Paul was a grumpy old guy, always miserable. I knew they were not a happy couple, as I knew they slept in separate rooms. We watched a couple of boring programs, then at about 8pm, uncle Paul said he was going out to his music club, and would be back about midnight. He went out and left us watching TV. Mary was flicking through the channels trying to find something interesting to watch, she found a drama about a girl who had turned to prostitution, it had some very graphic sex scenes.. More

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