Mine Nemesis, Thy Name is Frank by SynapticBoomstick, literature
Literature
Mine Nemesis, Thy Name is Frank
At three twenty-seven in the morning, a sharp crack jolted Frank out of his creative haze. Looking towards the window, he noted the absence of the one of the more impressive icicles from the fire escape. Reaching over, he raised the nearly empty coffee mug. "Salute."
Setting the mug down and turning back to the screen, he cupped his stubbled chin with the other hand and went back to his brainstorming routine of alternately tapping the plus and backspace keys, setting a rythme for his mind to sort its ideas out into.
Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap.
Christopher approached the door to the master bedroom, a sense of dread anticipation for what he kne