Stories Beyond the Rise of Untimely Deaths
The window had no curtains, no blinds. Though the back of a big screen TV obscured a portion of the view into the living quarters of the duplex. Passing by I'd often see a young man on a couch, facing the TV, controller in hands, inexplicably wearing a medical mask over his mouth and nose; inexplicably, I say, because he was alone. I'd only ever seen him leave to take the trash out. He'd walk with stiff and jagged gestures, with the unsteadiness of old age though he looked to be in his 40s.