by Julian Baker
He never used to like himself. First of all he started wearing only the clothes from the identical suitcase picked by accident from the luggage carousel. Then ordering what he saw the neighbouring table was eating in restaurants. He had fallen asleep on the train home. Reached the end of the line. He would live here now.
Julian Baker started writing one weekend in June, and thinks he would like to write more. nthposition has published a story. he blogs.