I was found dead; sitting at my desk, eyes open and vacant in the glow of my computer monitor. A slow strangulation until there was no heart left. The murder weapon was apparent, it was right there, the local headlines. Only in Detroit could they figure out how to truly kill a soul with words.
© M Durfee
This of course is a Friday 55 written for Mr Know it All...properly linked to his blogoramadamadingalong.