Thus the Cold Comes

Photo by plastictaxi

A record player hums softly in the background of the dark room, the whispered tones of Sinatra filling in the dusty corners. A solitary candle sits glowing on the table in the center of the room, the flickering light illuminating the wrinkled crevasses of the old woman’s face. Ms. Bockner sits in her wheelchair at the table reminiscing of times gone past. She was once a powerful woman, the CEO of a successful company. That was all gone now. Lost to the winter winds, the result of an ill-considered business deal. She now sits alone. She sits apart from humanity and blames it for her fate.

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