The Chill Of Nobody. - Dancing In darkness

It starts in my fingers. I can feel numbness, just a slight tingling in the very tips. The cold clings to me like the bobbles of grass on a woollen jumper. Its tangling fingertips caress my own and stick to them like a tongue on an ice-cold steel pipe. It creeps like a mouse in […]

Dancing In darkness
@speakingsatan This brought back a memory from my youth when I made a choice that led to me sleeping in a boxcar with a pocket full of candy. It was cold. Luckily I didn't die. Thanks for the story.

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