Joe caught a glimpse of his reflection in the glass door, the faint
grey ghost of a figure reaching forward to grasp the brass handle. Joe
grinned and felt a quick self-conscious laugh as the faded vision
reminded him he didn’t look half bad. “I should get a haircut,” he
murmured, pushing the curly mop of hair back from his …
They are are all around me. They can sense that I am different, This I can tell by looking at them. It is so painfully obvious. They wish to corrupt me: to make me like them. I will not let that happen. They see my glowing innocence and they are shamed for themselves. They would […]