The cold drifts through the door. Silent and invisible, it runs a chill through those around me and they would say 'someone stood on my grave' before standing up and reaching towards me with a shudder.
I am their vessel companion. A click of a button and...
It had stopped raining but the drops still held to the windows that looked out onto the car park now empty of customers. From the inside the rain drops give the appearance that the building itself is crying. Through sullen eyes the world appears saddened.
‘Just what it was that I feared or loathed, I could by no means define; but something in the whole atmosphere seemed redolent of unhallowed age, of unpleasant crudeness, and of secrets which should be forgotten’