I find them everywhere, stations, parks and sometimes just sitting on street corners. They are the lost souls, the ones that have stumbled from the real world into a void that is mostly of their own making.
After I buy them coffee and a sandwich I ask them if they need a room for the night, somewhere to wash up and indulge in a few comforts.
Because you know that home is where the heart is right? And their hearts look mighty fine on the shelf in my home.
Didn’t expect such a brutal ending. Loved it!
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Thanks Sean, I like the creepy up ones. x
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