“Another Saturday Night” by Richard F. Yates

The rushing wind. The pale face at the window. The icy fingers caressing her spine. The darkness beyond the figure in the window, moving and swaying against the wind. The voice, so choked with fear that it can’t scream. The fear itself. The cold. The open door. The empty apartment. The silence…

—Richard F. Yates
(Primitive Thoughtician and Commander in Cheap of The P.E.W.)


About richardfyates

Compulsive creator of the bizarre and absurd. (Artist, writer, poet, provocateur...)
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