Mark D Makinson
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I have always been interested in writing, especially fiction. I have worked on a few projects in the past but I have typically kept them to myself. I work full-time as a paramedic in Southeastern North Carolina, US.
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Room 408
Room 408 Mark D. Makinson The rain lightly pattered on the metal roof of the shelter. Gabriel sat on a rusted picnic table, looking out into the playground. The playground that once was a beacon of joy for so many children had now returned to nature. The slide that once shined brightly as the centerpiece of the yard was beginning to deteriorate from rust. The swings that once guided gleeful children towards heaven were now broken or hanging on by solitary chains. Gabriel looked past the playground into the crumbling skyline of the city, his city. Gabriel had not laid eyes on his home in more than four years.
By Mark D Makinson5 years ago in Fiction
