First Draft
These posts contain the story which I’ve held captive and unrealized for almost a decade, and have wished for equally as long to simply release out into the world. You are reading a rough draft – not a completed, polished work. I'm intentionally allowing these pages to be rough, ugly, truthful – or they can be playful and careless. I won't require them to be well-written, or coherent, with some commercially-viable story line. So feel free to engage, comment, and learn as I do. But please do note: I know nearly as much as you do about where this story leads. Show All
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The amber light of the sodium lamps in the parking lot filtered in through the window blinds, which Benjamin had drawn in an effort to prevent passerbies on the sidewalks below from look through and seeing him still at work at this late hour. He could faintly hear the jovial conversations and people calling back and forth to each other accross the parking lot, through the open window. It was a beautiful Friday night to be out and about. Benjamin stared blankly through the slitted blinds, out at the dark blue sky, as he awkwardly shoveled a limp hunk of mushroom from the white cardboard box from which he was…
