‘A Comfortable Racket’ ~ Flash Fiction
When the shutters opened again, they would provide comfort to the community.
Nobody needed that comfort more than Sonny. He had come he from – well he wasn’t certain where he had come from. But even this clinical, draughty, nuts-and-bolts, industrial shell of a corridor was luxury compared to that place.
Most of which he had pushed from his memory.
He had heard the unmistakable racket of the shutters going up and down oh, so many times. They were part of his daily routine now. Part of daily comfort.
But no one knew when the shutters would open again…
…which was not a very comforting thought.
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