Bandages

Duncan Gray waited and thought. Then he said: "I will end this today".
Everybody who knew Duncan, knew he was serious, everyone who didn't, would soon find out that Duncan was always serious.
In a slow controlled motion he wrapped bandages around his massive hands. He was getting ready for a long fight.
Blood would flow, tears would follow and there would be hell on earth while he took care of things.


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BANDAGES by ~jmcglynn on deviantART

Steven Spiegel

"Open your eyes, Mr Spiegel" a kind female voice whispered.
I opened my eyes and confusion washed over me as I saw what seemed the watery remains of an impressionistic painting. My hand like a molten piece of wax passed my line of vision. I stared at the dripping outline of my fingers.
"Cigarette" I croaked.
"You can't smoke here. You're in a hospital."
"Cigarette" I repeated calmly.
"I'm sorry I can't allow you to smoke here. It's not good for your new eye."
Last I remembered I'd been dumped by my girlfriend and then shot in the face by my best friend. Now the world was one big mix of LSD colours.
I sighed.
"Cigarette" I repeated once more.