Portraits of a Multiverse Part XCVII

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Of a Multiverse:

…Drip, drip, drip the tap the only sound inside in his grim apartment but outside dimly he could hear the sounds of living city which never sleeps even at night.

Michel lay in his be with his eyes open wondering just what hell this place was…

Portraits of a Multiverse Part XCVI

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Of a Multiverse:

…It was always the same every Friday night with everyone rushing home from the factory to their home and families even in this grim place.

But for some reason Michael drawled home as he had nothing to go back to other than television and a small damp room since his wife died…

Portraits of a Multiverse Part LXX

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Of a Multiverse:

…slowly a large pool of blood formed around the body. Nearby lying on the floor a gently smoking pistol lay where it was dropped…



Please note: If want to see my second life journal then go to the Journal of a Spectral Traveller.

Portraits of a Multiverse Part XL

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Of a Multiverse:

…the greyness of the city as always was oppressive made worse by the constant smog which hung above it…



Please note: If want to see my second life journal then go to the Journal of a Spectral Traveller.

Portraits of a Multiverse Part XXXIX

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Of a Multiverse:

…the gun hits the floor closely followed by a loud snore from the armchair.

The room is full of an shadows and white noise from the television in the corner of the room…



Please note: If want to see my second life journal then go to the Journal of a Spectral Traveller.

Portraits of a Multiverse Part XXXVIII

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Of a Multiverse:

…He looked out over the grim city passing below through dirty carriage windows deep in his own thoughts. As always the carriage was full with dirty and sweaty people all dressed in grim and dirty work cloths.

He had been lucky tonight as he had managed to find a seat near the window where he sat brooding.

He was thinking of his grim and tedious job in the office and the grim poky flat that was waiting for him at the end of the journey.

He thought “Tonight I will find my gun and end it all!”

Then with a sour chuckle, which made some people in the carriage stare at him, he thought “As always I’ll fall asleep in front of the TV after drinking Rotgut only to wake up the next morning…



Please note: If want to see my second life journal then go to the Journal of a Spectral Traveller.

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