http://slow.writerscafe.org/mikaelkurtis88 The original writings of author Mikael Kurtis en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775561615 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Not more than a day later, I am back inmy own apartment.  A part of me doesn’tbelieve anything had happened, it feels like such a dream yet the media stormon the television remind me that it was reality.  I often find myself staring at the mirror,staring at my neck. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mikaelkurtis88/682923/ “Looky here!” Clive says as a nursewheels me out into a lobby.  He, Jamie,Wayne and the boss, Captain Salgado are standing, smiling.  I feel like a freak show, tired… dazed… slightlyconfused… probably looking haggard.  “Onlytwo days i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mikaelkurtis88/682922/ When you’re dead I thought everythingwas supposed to cease.  Like a battery completelydrained of energy, or maybe like a television screened that’s turned off.  Nothingness. But here I am, thinking.  I don’tknow how long I have been thinking.  D.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mikaelkurtis88/682680/ I had learned long ago to stop expectingmy days off to be days off, especially in a precinct as small as the WestSeattle Police Department.  When I gotthe fateful call, I was at some dull romantic comedy movie with a date, someguy who lived a floor below me named Robert Townshend.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mikaelkurtis88/682678/ An alien invasion from the inside. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mikaelkurtis88/682676/ Roma. 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