Clayton Daly’s Magnum Opus

By T. Dalton

Detroit: A Dead City

Clayton Daly convinced himself he was a genius. He never convinced me. I met him in an undergraduate Film History course. I first found him obnoxious when he couldn’t stay quiet for five minutes. His hand shot up whenever the teacher posed a question. Eager, desperate, he’d answer then take the opportunity to rant on his own infantile ideas. I remember his nose, a slightly crooked beak. And his remarkable scoff, erupting before his failed attempt to dismiss someone else’s ideas.

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This short story is a submission to the Art Prompt Writing Contest #11. Cover photo used is a creation of @lymmerik. Great photo by the way. I loved how haunting it was.

Thanks for hosting the contest, and any of you who may read this.

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