Mark Carpan
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Men with Broken Faces
Eleanor walked up the steps to Frognal House, a former Jacobean Mansion situated on the southwest grounds of the Queen’s Hospital. She double-checked the address from her agent, Philippe, still confused as to why he would send her here. Eleanor thought she might be going to a gallery or studio and thought the doctor might be an art collector wanting to show examples of his artistic preferences. She never thought she would have any business at a hospital. She surveyed the hallways of the charming administration building, transformed into something more practical than its former self with shiny, polished floors, dull walls, and strong medicinal smells.
By Mark Carpan5 years ago in Humans
A Room Full of Demons
A Room Full of Demons by Mark Carpan Rebecca Griffen sat quietly at the small kitchen table in her Chicago apartment. She had poured herself a cup of hot tea to help calm her nerves. Her wrinkled hands shook as she brought the steaming cup to her lips. Looking down, she examined the numerous age spots that peppered her hands. The large blue veins that rose up from her skin and the exaggerated, protruding knuckles reminded her of why this day had come. She pulled her sleeves down over her wrists. There was a bit of a chill in the air this morning. In the background was the constant, soothing ticking of her mantle clock.
By Mark Carpan5 years ago in Humans
