“You know, it’s nothing personal. I’m not fucking you over on purpose. I’m just doin’ my job, man. If it’s any consolation, if there was any other way….”, he smiled disarmingly, shrugging his shoulders.
I smiled back helplessly.
“Why bother?.....”, I replied, then, without another word, turned and walked aimlessly away from the mirror and out of the empty room.
24/12/93 (Revision 3//8/07)
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Short. Minimal. Not all that great. This is one of several pieces that featured "The Room", the other pieces expanding on the idea and the imagery. All of these were later compiled and editted together to form one narative, however, unfortunately, after all these years I can't find the book that most of the other pieces nor the expanded idea/story were written in, so it may well be that this is the only one left that I can find, maybe one or two others.
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Excellent story You have to write some more so I know what happens next please I really enjoyed this
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I hope you find the rest of this, I'd love to read it.
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