Literature
The Reconditioning of Daniel Gillman: Chapter 22
Chapter 22
At Long Last...
by Dann
This had been the moment Daniel Gillman had been looking forward to since this whole accursed mess began.
Donna, his Donna.
She was with him when he had to sleep at the bottom of a margarine tub, and when he faced execution under Francine thumb. She was with him when he had been discarded like trash with a used condom, and when he stood with a thumb tack the size of a harpoon looming over him.
Throughout this whole ordeal, one thing kept Daniel moving, one thing convinced him to push forward when he could have given up…when he should have given up.
Donna.
And finally, here she was, looming over him like the moon rising over the horizon.
At his size, she seemed simply impossible, her presence filled his peripheral vision. The soft cream blouse she wore, her loose strands of chestnut hair framing a tired face looked thick as ropes from where he stood. Her eyes, red from stress and sleepless nights were fixed on him now; wide and
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