*Through this year I will be writing a longer story called Banana Pancakes. Through this each post will be a short story forming a larger story.
In a long corridor of an apartment building, lights beam down the orange glow. Troy drags his feet across the floor, dripping with water in only a t-shirt and dragging his jacket across he ground.
The bubble of his world had been popped.
He wanders past numerous doors, all numbered one by one. Finally coming to 73, he twists his body in a strange notion as if lifeless. Lifting his jacket he tries to find his keys but isn’t able to. He pays his back pockets and only finds a torn in half photo and puts it back.
He knocks, twice on the door with a small wrap. You can hear the unlock of the door and and it opens.
Claire stands in the…
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