Flash Fiction: Without Doors

This story inspired by the Tuesday Picture Prompt:  Laying Low on Flashy Fiction, June 12, 2012.

Dead Celebrity

Without Doors

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. Rational thinking. It’s quite amazing how much of that one can accomplish without access to drugs. I’ve also come up with a lot of songs, lyrics mostly. I’ve imagined some great chords and riffs, but other than a little tapping and finger drumming, I haven’t been able to test out the sounds.

The acoustics in this coffin suck, by the way.


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