The original copy of this short story runs 6 pages long. Obviously, I cannot put the entire story on the internet as it demands a little more time and concentration. Here is an excerpt:
"The sound of trickling water, like an orchestra playing an ancient and voiceless hymn washed through Alex. She pulled her stained, iron-oxide dress down from her thin waist and loathed its transparent wire Batiste clawing at her skin. Alex stepped over the black fragments, moved over to the unhinged sink in the corner and twisted the loosening tap. The bathroom was swamped in flickering industrial light, displaced tiles rotted in dark puddles on the floor and a concrete emptiness deafened the electric silence. Penetrating damp had begun cracking the paint away in dark patches from the corners of the room. Alex pressed her wet hands to her face and washed away the taste and smell of the Orderly. She scraped and clawed at her face, pressing harder and deeper with her nails; a tear escaped from her soft cerulean eyes, mingled with the unclean tap water and was lost in a whirlpool. The taste of neglected breath and cigarettes lingered on Alex's tongue; the smell of after-shave tinged with a faint perfume of ammonia poisoned her lungs..."
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vol.1 no.3 Fall 1999
An Episode--A.M. Olsson