Closed Down by Gay Degani
The janitor's urine was gone so he crawled under the eaves of the abandoned hospital’s roof and collapsed onto a quilt, its batting spilled like guts, dragged a stained straight-jacket over his face, embarrassed even in death he'd left his key-ring on the other side of the attic door.
Gay Degani is lucky enough to work above her garage where she can see a pepper tree out the window while she types. A list of her stories online can be found at Words in Place. She’s s a staff editor at SmokeLong Quarterly as well as editor of EDF’s Flash Fiction Chronicles.
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