The Men by D.C. Porder
When I stopped taking my medicine I learned the truth. There are men following me. The medicine blocked out the obvious signs, the crackling in the radio, the anonymous letters, the sky-writing. You don’t believe me. But I heard them talking outside my window just now. They want me dead.
D.C. Porder studies creative writing at The New School. He has no plans for the future. Spy on him at www.dcporder.blogspot.com.
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