The monster, who was once a man, sat on the bonnet of the burnt out car and looked out across the London night.
He was deciding what to do, after all immortality could get boring after a while. So he sat on the car and tried to decide whether he should let himself die.
The problem, he thought, was that with endless years the space in your mind would fill up - forgotten names, faces without names, memories blurring into one another.
It wasn't that long ago he had London in the palm of his hand...
Published on July 25, 2010 15:51