Jan. 1st, 2009

synchcola: (heyoka "ok")
Happy New Year!

Oh! Hey, a little piece of the story I was thinking of writing is in my Livejournal draft thing.

It was a cold late evening at the museum. The air outside had been sharp even in early afternoon, and pale condensation lingered on the windows. It made the dark sky outside, and the bare branch of the tree against it, seem obscure and impossible, as if they could not really exist.

I had a book open under the small light of the desk lamp, but I had stopped reading. I was sunk in thought; it had crept up on me. Or I should say, not in thought, but in the ghostly sense of loneliness. A yellow, dim streetlamp shone outside; a dusty telephone directory was on the desk; scraps of paper; two locked doors. I was after all alone. Even the librarian had left a half-hour before closing time.

...

I have the plot but I'm not sure if the story will work.

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