Lindsay Hopkins

Stupid Girl

In a miserable building at the end of an unlit hallway in a cold room sat two men and one woman at a rectangular table made of rusted metal. One man, considerably larger than the other, with a square jaw and square shoulders and square hands, placed an aluminum flashlight on the table before him. He reached into the breast pocket of his coat and pulled out a leather case containing a circular filter and fitted it onto the lamp head. He handed the woman the flashlight and sat down on the rusted metal chair at the head of the rusted metal table and cleared his throat.