“Yes, we can do so much in here. I so looove the industrial look of bare brick and metal accentuating those bars. So raw. So real. Yes, I’ll turn this place into an upmarket inner-city paradise that’ll win awards. You’ll see.”
“Why? It’s not paradise – its prison. Enjoy your stay.”
Rare Author’s Note: Thank you to my readers for my bearing with me during my productive writer’s absence. In my about page, I’ve mentioned I write Flash Fiction (FF) as a break from long fictional works. As I’m out of practice with FF, it’ll either get better or worse from here…
Which makes me wonder, who is the delusional one?
Thanks for reading.