Story 2 in an ongoing series
Published by John Luck at Smashwords
Copyright 2013 John Luck
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A shell of a man in a dingy white shirt and pants sat at a small, wobbly table staring through his game of checkers. Across from him was a pathetic, emaciated woman in a grayish one-size-fits-all gown. Both were in their twenties but you wouldn’t know it by looking at them. The last five years in the Arkham Asylum have weighed heavily on both Aaron Fulton and Pigeon. He was once well-toned and tanned, but now Fulton was pale and stooped below his tall stature. Graying hair and a careworn face made him appear to be in his forties. Pigeon was nearly skeletal from malnourishment and inactivity. Dark tired circles surrounded her eyes and her sickly skin was nearly translucent. She could be pretty if she received better meals and regular sunshine, but even that would not take the despair from her posture. They sat together in a large square bleach-white room with the six other insane occupants of their ward. It was part of their monotonous daily routine to meet at the checkers table when everyone was shuffled there after the morning meal of rubbery powdered eggs and chalky milk.