Friend Fiction: A Black Hole At The Assylum Bar: Chapter #3: "Frances and Mr. Skeleton Have a Heart to Heart" By: MR. OMAR KING
3. "Frances and Mr. Skeleton Have a Heart to Heart" When nighttime comes, and the light dims in the ward. Life wakes up and plays. Lunatics and staff and more folks in the Asylum are strapped in their rooms. Suffering through the night. Restless. Nothing to do. Just watching brownish orange lights pierced through curtains and spot the ceiling. Listening to the guards and other staff pace back and forward through the hallway. Whispering amongst each other; thinking that they are really slick for whispering; thinking that the lunatics won’t hear their conversation. Yet they do. On and on about the mundane stuff, what they had for supper; who they saw and spoke to; where they’re planning to go; where they dream to be than here in the Asylum; what movies to watch; who’s really good at flipping coke bottles. The whole nine yards. Sometimes there would be conversations of sex and other things. One in particular. Michelle and Lisa (roommates) both heard a voice; a young man; whis