By Cavan Terrill, G.R.C. Lewis
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It’s cold. No, it's freezing. It’s beyond freezing. The snow is falling effortlessly and the wind keeps picking up. I feel my insides shiver, my heart is like a turbo-mode vibrator. I grip the thick blue e-folder under my left armpit, my arms crossed over my chest, squeezing myself to get some warmth. My feet feel as stiff and as heavy as bricks. I can feel my eyes almost hardening into crystal balls of ice. I can’t feel my nose anymore. I’ve waited my whole life for this moment. Everything I've done and been through has been to get to this point.
I lug my feet out of the room in silent desperation and frustration, more in myself than anything else. What has become of Mr. Halloween? How come no one has heard of him for so many years? My head is swarming with thoughts of him and of how I have blown another chance at reaching my dream and destiny. As I make my way out of the office, redhead looks up at me and smiles and I think I see her mouth the word sorry to me, though this is probably nothing more than my imagination. 35 I enter the elevator and just as the shutters close I hear my number again.
There are wannabe writers and young authors and dying legends, all under camouflage. They hide behind unseen doors. They creep about on corners and in tight alleyways. They are everywhere and nowhere, and I am one of them. It’s cold. No, it's freezing. It’s beyond freezing. The snow is falling effortlessly and the wind keeps picking up. I feel my insides shiver, my heart is like a turbo-mode vibrator. I grip the thick blue e-folder under my left armpit, my arms crossed over my chest, squeezing myself to get some warmth.
Goodbye, Darwin by Cavan Terrill, G.R.C. Lewis