FICTION: little white room
the man with the patchwork heart:
in new york, after his friend got tired of sharing his couch, he found a little white room where he could sleep. it wasn’t much, but with his dishwasher job it was all he could afford.
it had just enough room for his typewriter on a little writing desk, and his bed.
it even had a window that looked out on the gray wall of the building next to his.
he took a swig from his flask and lay down and tried to sleep.
