At the Twilight's Last Gleaming
“I sat on a wooden chair in a row of wooden chairs facing the long, imposing front desk of the administrative office. It looked like some kind of bunker from which defenders could peer over, armed with rifles. The assembled secretaries clattered away at electric typewriters. The place smelled of the coffee machine and the over-waxed floors. The only attempt at color to the bland bureaucracy of the place were the American and Maryland flags, which seemed to be the main theme of the décor.
I s...at, unable to read my gothic novel. Instead, I watched the big second hand of the big standard issue school clock swing from number to number to number.
I wasn’t feeling well.
I’d had a very hard time sleeping the previous night. The cold day had dawned with a rawness that I still felt inside of me. I felt empty and frightened, with a familiar sinking feeling sinking lower than I’d thought possible.
I wasn’t sure why, which was the most frightening part.MoreLess
I s...at, unable to read my gothic novel. Instead, I watched the big second hand of the big standard issue school clock swing from number to number to number.
I wasn’t feeling well.
I’d had a very hard time sleeping the previous night. The cold day had dawned with a rawness that I still felt inside of me. I felt empty and frightened, with a familiar sinking feeling sinking lower than I’d thought possible.
I wasn’t sure why, which was the most frightening part.MoreLess
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