The Automannequin

Max Hawkins staggered into the lobby of the building before dawn, and he couldn’t remember where he’d been all night. “Anybody here?” He was alone. The wreath near the window reminded him of Christmas. He poured himself a cup from the carafe, remembering he took coffee black. “We’re glad your back, Max.” He jumped, spilling […]
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Published on September 26, 2018 06:55
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