Story #06 for the Story A Day Challenge May 2016 and doubling up, as well, for the Friday Fictioneer Challenge.
The room was small and dark. The radiator clinked and clanked without emitting much heat.
“Good,” Sean thought, unpacking. (His real name was John but he thought it too prosaic. Easier to brood as Sean.) He was A Writer and was here To Work.
“I will suffer for my art, just like the great 19th century writers.” (His suffering was temporary and self-imposed. His parents were quite wealthy.) “When everything is perfect, I will start writing.”
Night fell. He’d never been anywhere so quiet, so secluded.
Sean looked at his phone. “I’m lonely. Maybe just a couple of phone calls …”
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